He sat in the corner of the lounge, his worn and dirty trainers rested on the tacky, multicoloured cushioning while the disco lights flashed in the distance, briefly lighting up his young, somber face. Tonight was meant to be his night. He was supposed to be out there among the swarming throng of students, dancing beneath the flashing lights. Instead he sat in a quiet corner, alone with his feelings, trying to find peace amidst the deafening ambiance.

It seemed to him that she had just dropped out of the sky. She had seen him and had come over and asked him how he felt. It was weird when she sat there, letting the feeling of deja vu wash over her - a sense of overriding doom. This had happened before in a distant land, a long, really long time ago and yet, even then it was so different and so similar, she almost didn't see it. For once upon a time there had been this other boy, not exactly sitting in the dark, but also sitting, also alone with his feelings until she dropped out of the sky.

She could only watch him in curiosity as he sat. His words were few. His story which probably wasn't for her ears was broken in many places, but she listened anyway in childlike wonder, almost feeding off his words as she tried to feel what he felt, trying her hardest to slip into his shoes.
It seemed ages since she'd heard, let alone felt of the feelings of which he spoke, and try as she might, it seemed unbearably difficult to recall them. But she had known them once. And so, as she sat there with him, her dirty trainers resting on the tacky, multicoloured cushioning while the disco lights flashed in the distance, she realized just how far down the path of emotional decay she had come.
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