The seven o'clock scenario doesn't seem to change.
Now there were two bodies who functioned around that time, revolving around each other.
Like two planets in the same orbit whose separating distance never changed.
Eyes were met again. Only for a few seconds.
Then they would turn away. Cheeks would turn pink. Hands would turn clammy despite the weather.
The window would close after a while and a pair of legs would continue their run.
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January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...