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The girl with ash grey eyes and hair the same colour as black coffee, sat in the corner booth at the coffee shop, thinking about bittersweet drinks, soothing rain and her books.

The boy with wiskey eyes and raven black hair, sat at the back of that very same coffee shop, his head filled with thoughts of loneliness, pain and death.

They both wore the same wistful smile.

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