When the sky turned blue, when the sun turned cool,

On a picnic cloth, he strummed his guitar. Singing those words softly, sending them till after. A straw fedora on his head, the wooden instrument in his hands, he sang a gentle melody, he sang with care,

"It doesn't really matter, even it zeus from above,
Throws down thunder, on us, on our love,
Forever we will stay, as long as forever may be,
Together for always, it'll be you and me."

He repeated them untiredly, word after word, verse after verse. Even when the star bade their final goodbyes, there he was, still singing, smiling softly, strumming gently. It was a heartbreaking sight when no one came. The sun came and went. The days faded away. And soon, did he.

And that old guitar.
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Yesterday was fantastic :) And now, back to mugging :)