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I saw the blue box. It was strange. Blue box's don't just appear. I must be finally going mad. Great, one more thing that I don't really need right now. Out of this small blue box I saw the man appear. He held open the strange box's door, as a woman emerged out of its interior. I can't imagine how they could both possibly fit in the strange blue box. They must not have been in there for a long time. Or were...occupied.
The couple were strange. Strange as the box. They both looked mad. Madder than even I–and I was the one hallucinating at the moment. The man looked very young–physically at least–but in his eyes was all of the universe. Those eyes carried an expression I could not yet understand. Oh, the things that man must have lost, to carry that look in his eyes. He must be older than time itself. How? How does one live an eternity and still look so very young–a grandfather wrapped up in a child's body? How does one still look like they've barely left home, yet, still a presence of a wise old man?
The woman was no less strange. She looked younger than the man, but yet, at first glance, she appeared to be much older. Yet a closer look, and her eyes were younger. A glint of excitement in the woman's eye, while the man's screamed of hopelessness. Something was wrong. Something I didn't understand. Something the man knew of, but the woman did not.
The couple sat down, awaiting the Towers to sing. As were we all. The women's excitement grew. But the man–the man's eyes grew more empty by the second. The beautiful towers began to sing. Many cried with joy at the sound, but the man was crying of something else. Something I didn't expect. The man cried of sadness. Of loss. How could the man cry of such things at a place so beautiful? The woman noticed the man's tears and tried to comfort him. But the he was holding something from the woman. A simple secret, that would change the woman's life.
The man wiped his tears, and made an attempt to look happy. His eyes still held the remnants of his terrible sadness. The woman ignored this, turning away from him with a quick frown flashing across her lips. A mutual agreement not to discuss what was making the man unhappy. The man smiled, and produced something from his pocket. Something that the woman was pleased by, however, it made her sad. Why was she sad, what was the device? Why did it make her sad? She too now understood his secret. Maybe not fully, but she understood that something was very wrong, and she too, began to cry.
The man stood up. He grabbed her hand. Fingers intertwined, together, they disappeared into the blue box. Children of time. Simply mad, but somehow made for each other. The box vanished. The young man with the old eyes, and the woman with the free soul. Together in the Blue Box. For the last time.