“A year from now, we’ll reminisce of these times and laugh,” she said attempting to lighten the morbid mood of the day.
He faked a smile.
From the building’s penthouse there was a beautiful view of the city’s rooftops. The atmosphere was clear, although you could sense the weariness of lockdown in the air.
“Have you ever felt the city air so fresh before?” she inhaled deeply. She wasn’t always so positive. But there was no use being anything else at the moment.
“You’re not bored. You’re just not aware of how lucky you are”.
Realisation of truth struck him.
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