"Why are you always so quiet?" His obsidian eyes glittered with curiosity as he tilted his head, staring at me.
We sat once again, across from each other. A week has passed since he has sat across from me.
I've never seen him before that day. I don't give it much thought either.
"My mind is full of noise" I told him.
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Ficción General"She drew the lines of her world" "He made it colourful" "She saw the world for the way it was" "He saw the world for the way it could be" "She was a lost cause" "He was a dreamer" "She never thought she could smile again" "Until the day he met her"...
