Why am I so weak?

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He'd never been good with dead airs during a conversation,
especially if he was the one who caused it.

So he tried patching it up
by changing the topic—
a cliche way of getting rid of dead airs.

Their surroundings were very quiet.
They were the only two who crossed the street.

They both stared at the pavement
which was now pinkish
from the afternoon glow of the sun's rays.

"We're here."

An old library.

"Follow me."