Do not ask what this is or why I wrote it. Two nights ago, I was bored, and I was tired, and I was too lazy to turn on my laptop. So I penned this down on my notebook and I'm typing it up now.
I have to warn you though, whatever I write on my notebook is kinda idk silly.
Read on if you wish :)
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They look so peaceful with their closed eyes and calm faces.
Their faces are calm, yes, but they're too calm. Both of them were never calm. Both of them were loud and flirtatious. They would be caught in endless fights, and sometimes they kissed for no reason. No one knew, and no one will know. Their secret has died with them.
And the war was won. Evil was defeated, but you could spot no triumph on their friends' faces, only sadness and regret. They fell, both of them, the strongest, at the same time, and their rocky relationship died with them as they inhaled their last breath.
Their friends, they will never know how he looked at her one last time, how she smiled at him. You can still see the conspicuous ghosts of a grin on their features. They died at the last moment. As their breathing became harder, they heard their enemy's death cry. They could die in peace. The war was won.
Everyone will think that it was purely coincidental that their hands were touching, as they lay there, sleeping a sleep they cannot be awoken from, but it was no coincidence. As he smiled at her, and she smiled at him, their hands inched closer, and you can take any kiss from any movie, and it will not have meant "I love you" as much as the mere hand-touching did.
The two best, they died today, but they died together, and it was not a Romeo and Juliette death, but a brave, noble one, where they died as they won the war.
The difference might have been a minute, or a split second, but it did not matter if they took their last breath in unison or not. In the end, they died alongside each other, alongside their love, alongside their secret.
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