i need to remember this. three consecutive rounds. nothing much to say about the first one. my angel was there in the second, red, aching. my hope, it was just physical. the vision shocked my networks and the overflow poured into an invincible smile. a must tell. posture. stupid posture. faking ignorance to hide the emotions under the shield it casts. but she penetrated it. then i could breathe. she sent a sign, but it never went through the walls of digital divide. my right shoulder was her pillow for an instant of tenderness that was followed by the everlasting saddness of her eyes. the magic floated in the toxic clouds until pain made it die. cant tell if posture or rightness prevented me from walking her home. hurts anyway. the third is already stated here. the missing details i can forget.