Sometimes the smallest things take up the room in your heart.
-Winnie the Pooh-
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The sun bloomed on the horizon. The morning had come. The golden color light stretched all over to illuminate the bustling city. The light was so warm when it touched Aeon's face. He felt something that was so pure. It engulfed him wholly. Slightly thawed his cold heart.
"Now, you couldn't even see her again."
There was someone walking behind him. The person burned a cigarette in his fingers, inhaling the lit up intoxicating delicacy off the cigarette. And the exhaled out thin white smoke into the air. Aeon looked at the devil in disgust. "I didn't know that you do smoke. Are you trying to be more like a human being, than being the devil that you are, huh?" He tried to make it sound harsher than it was supposed to be.
