"So this is it."
Two teenagers were standing awkwardly by the tramway tracks. She was holding a worn notebook, while he fidgeted with a cheap lighter.
"This is it," he echoed.
They avoided looking at each other, staring absently at the objects in their hands.
With a jerk, the girl shot her hand forward and held the notebook at arm's length.
Slowly, as if unwillingly, he also extended his arm, positioning the unlit lighter underneath a corner of the book.
They searched for each other's eyes in the dark, and locked gaze for a few moments, despite the light of the lamp post being too weak and far off to reveal their features. Each face a stone mask, they both kept their thoughts to themselves.
With a nod, they returned their gaze forward.
The boy flicked the lighter and a flame only slightly larger than normal sparked from the tiny device.
The girl's eyes were steadily fastened on the burning book she was holding. She did not notice her peer moving his lips almost imperceptibly, as if mumbling inaudibly to himself.
Once the flames started to lick and envelope nearly the whole book, she let it drop on the stone steps, and they both just stood there, watching the paper turn to ash. The warm tones of the fire danced feebly on their faces, until they were in the dark again.
Without a word, they walked away in opposite directions.
Neither turned back.
Neither took notice of the cloaked figure lurking in the shadows.
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