He stayed up all night again. He was thinking of her. He could see her in his mind's eye, and she just seemed so perfect.
He saw the first rays of dawn peeking into his window. Turning away, he could see his reflection in the closet mirror. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were so dull.
He didn't deserve a chance like her.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
