i: he comes like the wind

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by rowan_yourboat

by rowan_yourboat

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he comes in like the wind. quietly. unseen. there's a bell attached to the door, but it doesn't ding. i wake up to the sound of him clearing his throat.

"um."

he's tall, and blond, and there's a scar on his lip. he's quiet, doesn't call out to me for conversation—but there's a certain quality to him that makes the world around him melt, until he's all that's worth looking at. i feel tied into that melting world.

i watch him. it's 3am on a weekday, so of course he orders a coffee, but he doesn't look like he needs the caffeine. his eyes are alert, awake, azure.

his name is jason. jason grace. i've heard of the name from a friend, heard that he was a popular kid from her school. in the one sentence i've heard of him, he was off-handedly called something else and perfect.

i end up having to wake him up at half past five. the weather's turned his skin cold, and i fight the urge to rub warmth into them. he wakes up after a single tap on his arm, thanks me. returns my jacket, thanks me again, leaves. in the two and a half hours, he hasn't told me anything about himself.

he leaves the same way he came. like he is the wind. he leaves nothing behind, no sort of mark besides the memory of him here. the way you can feel the breeze brush your cheeks—but then the breeze is gone, and all you really have with you is the fading memory of what was once real.

i should be ending my shift now—technically not mine, because i'm covering for a friend, and i don't even work here. i just think that he looks gorgeous.

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