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there's a tall boy with pale blue hair who sits at the back close to the only window, the light illuminating his dark face. I wonder if he'll ever notice me like i do him ever since he saved me that dateless evening from a speeding locomotive. I'll forever remember his warm fingers around my arm and his widened hazelnut eyes staring into mine like he was surprised he had saved me. he didn't say much after, just mumbled a soft expletive making me blush. he doesn't remember me though because his eyes pass over me and they're expressionless and blank as a canvas before a confused artist. I'll wait and hope for a fateful day to come around when he will finally notice me.
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Translucère
Short Storytranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
