The Isolation of Love

Encapsulated, they stood there. She looked over his broad shoulder, which was hidden by a black, vintage leather jacket. Her torso leaning into the curvature of his body; her head gently tilt towards his temple.

They stood there, detached from every surrounding movement, noise or subtle manifestation of life.

Their bodies quickly morphed into a sort of impenetrable bubble. They seemed protected from all the malice around them, distracted by whatever it was they were gazing at so intently, distancing themselves from the crowd. Separate from all external life. Isolated, in love.

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