he was my world

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Ian's pov

I slowly recovered from 'the incident' and tried to continue with my life but the past kept pulling me down, draining me in a pool of my thoughts. Every time I saw a small boy which merely resembled him I would start getting those head aches and my heart would skip a beat hoping for it to be him. I only wanted to touch his pale body one last time, hug his thighs once more and give him a final kiss. As time went by ,my hopes for this to happen disappeared but his memory was stuck in my head, stabbing my back every time I thought of his arctic blue eyes crossing mine.

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