Everything worked out the way they all wanted it to, he surmised, as he slid back from his chair and sipped from the many times refilled drink. "She was sitting there crying. She smashed all the glasses on the mirror," she sang through his headphones. His fingers hurt from pounding into the keys, writing these words. Sometimes, if he sits still too long, he falls asleep and wakes himself up by screaming. The lens showed what you wanted in your heart all along. It made him happy. Wistful, but happy nonetheless.

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Words - S