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Feb 18, 2021

Romance Sad Speculative

Blue eyes, blue as the sea

Blue eyes that can’t even see 


“How’s the sky looking?”

Liraz puffed the smoke from her mouth and looked up, taking in the colors and stars.

“It’s a good night. Color’s a dark, midnight blue.”

“How blue?”

“Remember the one blanket we used to have? Same blue, but imagine it speckled with stars.”

Her lipstick was dark, dark red, and the cigar in her hand was almost out. She took a breath of night air before taking another inhale of ashes and smoke, letting her lungs blacken little by little.


Crying tears of silver and gold 

Maybe they're getting a little too old 


“You do remember that blanket, don’t you?”

August shut his useless eyes, searched his useless memories.

“Getting old Liraz, getting old.”

She laughed, dropping her cigar onto the streets below. She watched it as it fell, falling into a puddle of water and fizzling out completely.

Liraz allowed herself to relax, dangling her legs at the edge of the building.

Could’ve very well been the edge of the world, for all she cared.

A streetlight nearby flickered on and off, illuminating the shops for a couple of seconds every time. 

“Used to be my favorite time of day.” August broke the silence with his words momentarily and Liraz brought her eyes to him. 

“What? Night?”

“Yeah. Before I couldn’t see.”


Living in a world of black and grey

Living in this world and being forced to stay


Liraz lay her head on August’s shoulder and sighed. 

“It’s a pretty time of day, isn’t it.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Liraz tried to connect the stars into constellations in her head. A breeze blew by but both of them were unfazed, used to weathers beyond worse, and beyond better. 

They’d witnessed everything and nothing, love and hate, war and peace.

“What’s something you’ll never forget the looks of?”


Though they slipped between years without much thought

The string that tied them together was the tightest knot


August paused.

“You. Your eyes. Your smile. Just you.”

Liraz shrugged off feelings of sadness and brought her fingers to August’s face, tracing his jawline.

Almost as if he wasn’t aware, August didn’t react to the touch.

“Really?” Liraz’s voice was smooth but sharp at the edges.

August brought his own hands and held Liraz’s which were still at his face. He imagined her eyes, once filled with hope, once with sadness, but all of the time enchanting.

At least to him.

“Really.”

Liraz let her hands fall into her lap. Her throat was dry beyond repair.

“Do you think things could’ve been different in another life?”

“Don’t you think we’ve lived enough life?”

“Oh, more than enough.” 

It’s why Liraz tried to kill herself from the inside with the rolled-up cigars, it’s why she tried so hard to close her own book, but life never ran out of pages for her.

August’s eyes stared out into the other worlds, but all he really saw was black. Different shades of misery and gloom.


Though their souls are sometimes gloomy

In the darkness, there is beauty 


August reached his hand out into the night air as if reaching to touch something. As if there was something to touch. He rotated it slowly. The cuffs of his jacket were worn out much like everything he owned. Worn out, old, and out of style.

Liraz watched curiously as he slowly brought it back to his side. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Can’t see. So I’m feeling the air. Trying to absorb the color.”

Liraz picked her head off August’s shoulder.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Am I? I’ve been told that a lot.”

“Have you?”

“I have.”

The streetlight completely went out and the only light came from the Gibson moon that seemed to stare Liraz down with it’s craters. 


He could not see, but his mind’s eye was enough

To know whether or not the road ahead was tough


“What’s your favorite color?” Liraz asked, staring at the brightest star in her vision. Doing enough staring for both of them.

August let out a dry laugh.

“All our years and you thought to ask me this now? Now?”

“What better time?”

For the best conversations happen in the dark, the most profound confessions occur when it’s late. 

“A time when I could perhaps see colors in front of me?”

“Seeing is nothing. Perceiving is everything.”

“You know, every once in a while, something comes out of your mouth that surprises me.”

August blinked, black fading into black. If he closed his eyes real hard, he could make out those polka dots of fake color floating around his vision. But that wouldn’t help and would only make him dizzy. 

“I suppose it’s green.”

Liraz’s eyes are green. At one point, her lips had been green too. Or rather her lipstick. At a time when people explored colors other than red and pink.

Liraz preferred her deep red anyway.

“Why?”

August shrugged.

“It’s a nice color.” 

Liraz tilted her head to the side.

“That it is.”


They stick together to stay sane

Or maybe just to ease the pain


Liraz wished she still had her cigar as her body wished for something to do. 

“Madeline passed last week.” August wiped his hand on his jeans, his body also wishing for something to occupy itself with.

Always restless, always moving.

State to state, place to place.

They say you can’t run from death, but can you run towards it?

“Did she? I liked her.”

August nodded.

“She was good company. While it lasted.”

Liraz leaned her shoulder against August’s. Any other person might have fallen from the pressure.

He was not any other person.

They were not any other people.


Sometimes it’s nice to explore the memories

They wear experience like accessories


“What’s the farthest thing back you can remember?” Liraz always had a question to spare. She carried them around in her pockets like gum, only offering them to people she liked. 

Or rather, the person she loved.

“Hard question. Can I pass?” August wished he could look at Liraz’s smile. He wished he could see her.

“No, I want to know.”

He settled for hearing her instead. Feeling her. Being with her. 

He reached his left hand out and felt around for Liraz’s hand, who clasped his firmly. 

“Do you remember that day we stole those cameras? That. That’s my farthest memory.”

“I prefer the term borrowed.”

“I think the police begged to differ.”

Liraz grinned. Good memories were hard to come by. When you live long enough, good, bad, and average memories could blur into muddy messes in your brain. 


If you picture fallen flowers on old graves

Then you’d picture them, like messages in bottles floating on waves


“This is my favorite place.” Liraz breathed in deep, a cough tickling her throat.

“The rooftop?”

“No.” Liraz stared into August’s deep sea blue eyes. Though she knew they wouldn’t focus on her, she still stared. “With you.”

August squeezed at Liraz’s hand, still intertwined with his.

“That’s good. It’s my favorite place too.”

“With yourself?”

“With you, obviously.”

Liraz looked back up at the moon.

“That’s very flattering. You know, I’m wearing red lipstick right now.”

“I know.”

“How?”

It was August’s turn to smile and he would’ve been looking at the moon too, if he could.

“I just know. Seemed like a red lipstick day.”


As all great stories end, theirs ends with a kiss

But perhaps they can find new beginnings in this


Liraz set her hand on August’s cheek again, pulling his face towards hers. She brushed her thumb over his lips delicately for a moment.

After less than a second of hesitation, she pulled his face so close, the space between them disappeared. August kissed her back, her face more familiar to him than anything. More than his own self, more than the feel of pain, more than the hard weight of knowledge pushing down on his shoulders. 

Liraz pulled away, her breath gone, stolen by the cigarette long blown away by the wind. She took a shaky breath.

“I’m so tired,” Liraz whispered. August brought his own hand up to Liraz’s face, tracing his hand at her edges. “Of life,” she added, closing her eyes.

“I know.”

Because he did know and he did understand.

And he’d be the only person to ever understand.


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30 comments

Rhondalise Mitza
16:19 Feb 18, 2021

Mm, dang, I have a lot of feelings about this one. I live in a retirement village even though I'm not retired yet, and so all around me I see the different ways people handle getting older. For some people, like the couple in your story, they get pretty sad and you can tell by the way they draw into themselves instead of, say like my own grandparents, being able to enjoy the extra things in life. Reading this story made me think of all the times some older person has yelled at me for being on the golf course with my friends, or told me to ma...

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Amany Sayed
16:34 Feb 18, 2021

I just wanted to make sure you understood- they're immortal. I think that all the time too, mainly in regards to stricter teachers. Fun fact, I've actually never read John Green, so that's interesting. The name was August, not Augustus in my story as well. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your time and feedback, means a lot.

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Rhondalise Mitza
19:09 Feb 18, 2021

Hi! No, I didn't understand they were immortal, thanks for never reading John Green, sorry I got the names wrong, I've been trying to give better feedback and I think I overshot. I hope you know I meant it all well!

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Amany Sayed
19:15 Feb 18, 2021

Hope that makes it better then, you're welcome lol, it's no biggy, no it's all good of course I know you meant well!

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Niveeidha Palani
03:13 Feb 20, 2021

Wow. Three new stories? How did I not miss that? Sad, speculative like the prompt, and pretty plotted out neatly. Your readers will struggle to pull out the tissues! Keep on writing. :)

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Amany Sayed
03:29 Feb 20, 2021

Dunno! :D Thank you so much! Ha, I will :)

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Niveeidha Palani
04:41 Feb 20, 2021

No problem. :)

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Helen Jett
21:08 Feb 18, 2021

Oh my gosh Amany. I've been checking your profile a lot waiting and hoping for a story, since you're the queen of romance ( and this week's prompts are all romance). And I checked today to find two!!!! This was really stunning in so many ways, I can't even begin. I swear this is totally deserving of a win! How do you manage to create such stunning characters?? Seriously, this was incredible from the title to the ending. Amazing, amazing job!! I'll be rooting for you!

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Amany Sayed
21:28 Feb 18, 2021

Ha, and there's hopefully one on the way as well! Thank you so much, that's really kind of you to say! Title cred to Sia! Thanks again!

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I love the poetic feeling of the italics spread out across the story! It really moves the plot forward!

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Amany Sayed
13:44 Feb 18, 2021

Thanks so much! Glad they added on to the story! :D

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07:03 Feb 18, 2021

Second!! :P This story was amazing! I loved the idea, and the descriptions! Amazing work, like always! -M

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Amany Sayed
13:43 Feb 18, 2021

Thanks for reading!

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01:03 Feb 19, 2021

Np! :3

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B. W.
06:55 Feb 22, 2021

How are ya doing?

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Amany Sayed
19:46 Feb 23, 2021

Good!

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B. W.
21:33 Feb 23, 2021

So what do ya think of the prompts?

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Sarah 💜🌸
18:11 Feb 18, 2021

*inhale* HOW DO YOU ALWAYS MANAGE TO WRITE SUCH BEAUTIFUL AND ROMANTIC AND AWESOME AND HEARTBREAKING STORIES I DON'T UNDERSTAND! You literally managed to portray an entire lifetime of fun and pain in ONE conversation. I. Am. Shooketh. Another amazing job Amany.

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Amany Sayed
18:27 Feb 18, 2021

ESAJFDLK I DON'T KNOW! Thank you so much Sarah, you're always among the first to read my stories. I'm forever grateful for your kind words <3

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Sarah 💜🌸
20:14 Feb 18, 2021

:D You're welcome!

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05:33 Feb 18, 2021

First! Wow... im leaving today evening, glad I caught this piece. They stick together to stay sane Maybe just to ease the pain <-- shouldn't it be Or maybe just to ease the pain? It'd fit better... Beautiful. Painful. Lovely, and delicate, you'll never stop to awe me will you? This was truly, a beautiful piece, like all your others. Might even get a shortlist, heck, I'm sure it will 🤞 Title ideas: red lipstick day the inky night longing for death death wish Hopefully these are good.

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Amany Sayed
13:43 Feb 18, 2021

Glad you caught it too! Thanks, I fixed that. Thank you so much Sia. Your support means a ton to me <3 Wow, they are! I love red lipstick day! Thank you!

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13:49 Feb 18, 2021

:) Okay! Aw, Welcome! Yours means a lot too! :) Yay! Welcome!

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Amany Sayed
14:42 Feb 18, 2021

Check on us, okay? One of us might win, and you don't want to miss that!

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15:13 Feb 18, 2021

Sure! Aw, I'm sure y'all will win. I'm sensing a shortlist!

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13:44 Feb 25, 2021

NOW this one is my favorite! I love this! This was beautifully sad, and soooo romantic! I just enjoyed this one and how slowly you took the pace. I enjoyed how you told the back story without actually telling it and the imagery you created with your words was completely on point! Nothing to critique everything was perfect! Great job! And keeep writing!!

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Amany Sayed
14:13 Feb 25, 2021

Thank you! Aww, thanks! 🥺thank you! I will!

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15:05 Feb 25, 2021

Of courseee😊

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22:10 Feb 20, 2021

Awwww I love this I much! The dialogue flowed really smoothly and the characters and their emotions are written with such genuine. I love the bite-sized pieces of prose sprinkled throughout it. Awesome job! P. S. AHHHH you have so many new stories out! I can’t wait to read them XD

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Amany Sayed
00:27 Feb 21, 2021

Thank you so much! (and I can't wait for feedback :D)

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