For mists and memories..

{She looked out her window to see the sun throwing a bleak tantrum to stay for a few more minutes. It was that one moment which one would normally miss but for a reason beyond reasoning, she happened to have caught it today. 
The moment stuck between dusk and dark. The silence stuck between truth and lie. The relation stuck between friend and lover. 
And she whispered to the sun, 'It's alright now. We're all travelling through the mist of time. Sometimes we get stuck finding each other, other times we find what we need to.'
And the sun melted into it's shimmering counter-part dancing on the fragile main.}