We Are Young

Tonight, we're young. So let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the sun.

The cloudy air of a bar bathroom, smoke filled the room. A purple haze covering the dim room. Girls standing in front of the mirror, reapplying their lipstick. The sound of chatter filling the room, the atmosphere relaxed, comfortable. Dark wood paneling on the walls, dark green marble floors. Cold beneath bare feet.

Dark eyes, and a half smile. A love from the past, not quite over yet. One too many drinks. The smell of alcohol obnoxious in the air. The raising of glasses. The closing time of the bar draws near. The bartender begins wiping down the counter. A shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold walking home in the city. The streets surprisingly empty, the ground soaked from a previous rain, shining brightly. Cold air. Streetlights.