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「ᴍᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ」
I met a stranger today.
It was strange, it felt like I knew him. He had long black to teal tipped hair, and minty eyes. I have to admit, they were beautiful.
When I looked into them, it felt as if I knew whoever this was. But that doesn't make sense, I've never seen this guy.
Yet I know his favorite color, favorite place, favorite hobby, the things he hated, what made him happy and what not.
He extended his hand out to help me up. His voice was monotone and soft, almost like a cloud. "Are you okay?"
I took his hand and stood up and dusted myself, I muttered a quick apology for bumping into him before looking into his eyes. Why did he feel so familiar?
His expression was blank but his eyes told something else. His mint eyes held a small spark of longing, for some reason.
"I'm so sorry, ill be on my way", I say before running on my way. Before I do, I look over my shoulder to look at the long-haired stranger. The sense of familiarity returned before I walked away out of his sight.
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