Tales of Fake

Magic: there was no other way to call it or try to justify it. They had been complete strangers for so long, and now, the night had succeeded in making them one. Each kiss, each touch became one whole new reason as to why life was worth living. They lay in bed, clueless to the world outside the door. They could hear the raindrops violently crashing against the tin roof of a little shop next door, and they could feel how, minute by minute, the world around them stopped. Neither time nor distance stood between them.