It was one of the best nights of my life.

    I strained to hear it all - the roar of the engine, the stifled laughter, the cold wind rushing at my face. I was holding on for dear life at the rear end of a speeding motorcycle. My classmate has managed to fit all three passengers at the seat - I was at the back.

    It was one of the best nights of my life, my eyes barely seeing the houses passing by, all but mere flickers of light in the distant night. The sky was dark, there was no moon in sight - (but what was it for?) we only needed the motorcycle's headlights. It was enough for eyes that cannot see, for ears that cannot hear, and hearts that, surprisingly, could still feel.

    It was one of the best nights of my life.

    I felt like I was flying, my arms outstretched to the not-so-distant sky. I wanted to stay in that moment forever. I should have stayed in it, forever.

    But the night was over.



    It was one of the best nights of my life.
    The roar of the engine was still ringing in my ears, the stifled laughter still coloring the midnight air.


    Our eyes are still blinded.
    Our ears still oblivious to the distant cry of the night.
    And our hearts, our fragile, fragile hearts, still asking for nothing but a single flash of light from those tiny headlights, for it was enough.

    For they were enough.


    And it was one of the best nights of my life.

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