07. the sixth time

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today like the last time i saw him, he did something different.

i was walking into university, past some bushes, no one would have thought anything.

an arm shot out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bushes. i prepared to scream, but he stopped me.

his deep blue eyes.

he was painted completely in green, completely. only in his boxers, but completely green.

he put a finger to his mouth, shushing me.

he then walked away like nothing had happened. he made me so nervous, he consumed me.

that was the last time i saw him for a long time.

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