Long Live
Description
There are no pots of gold at the end of the rainbows they're chasing.
But they're holding on.
Foreword
Can you take a moment
Promise me this:
That you'll stand by me forever
~
The night was young.
Two girls, one with hair darker than the night, and another with hair the color of the finest rosewood, stepped onto the pavements, matching each other, stride for stride. Perhaps there was something in the night air, perhaps it was something in the darkened sky, perhaps it was something in the way the city lights lit up just as they stopped, but that something was definitely a welcome change.
The first wrapped her slender her fingers around a card. The cool surface brought a smile to her lush lips, and she flashed the card to a shadowed doorman. Pulling her leather jacket slightly looser, her smile stretched even wider, and the doorman stepped aside. The exchange was silent, and the two girls ghosted through, leather studded boots muffled, and within seconds, they were gone again, no traces of their arrival anywhere.
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