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His oceanic eyes and apologetic smile, a heart of gold and feelings a mess.

As midnight rolls over in blue fades hues and countless shades of black, he lies wide awake with shattered memories flowing- words he wished he'd said as the clock rolled past 2am.

Scenarios on play, a continuous, taunting loop- the fantasies in his head painting in colour, the shades of grey that spanned through the dark corners of his mind. He wished he was holding her, closer than he did before, before she left.

Now, he's a broken disaster, with ink sprawled across his skin, and the small spot on his wrist where her initials once sat proudly; burning at the thought and mention of her name.

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