A deja vu. Three pairs of eyes running through the water on the fourth of the month. The clock of oblivion and heat creep into the night. It seems as if nothing has changed, that the teenagers look the same and the month that begins will tell the same story. But a lot has changed. Now the calendar marks another date and the beach isn't lonely.
The white feet advance into the water, followed by the tan. The bodies splash the water while the moon greets them with a red color. They fall into the lake and get up when tranquility disappears. The beer wait next to the wish of being forever young. With the wet clothes stuck the body they make a toast to the present and looking towards the future they hug.
The teens walk until the path vanishes and they trap the night between dances and failings. They laugh continuously and she smiles, realizing how precious the help of two people can be. The fourth of July shines in their rosy cheeks when they jump through the streets of the Windy City.
Their fears fade and their bravery approaches with the tree leaves. They let themselves go and without noticing they are still, thinking about the next adventure.
They celebrate independence, but not America's, but theirs against destiny.
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