He is here.
When he is near I feel calmly and I do not feel lonely.
He is here often, but so rarely.
I don't know who is he .
He is handsome. He is very handsome.
The room is dark, it is lit by moonlight. He sits on the windowsill. His shadow is so native, but at the same time a stranger.
I am waiting . I wait when he looks in the back of the room. I want to see his emerald eyes.
I want to approach him.
The moonlight blinds me. The room is chilly.
He's near. It smells delicious with flowers and cinnamon.
He looks out the window.
I don't know what to do. Maybe sit near to him or go away better.
I sit down on the windowsill. He's even closer. He does not run away, he continues to sit and look out the window. What interesting things does he see there?
I look at him, I'm not interested in outside the window is a beautiful moon and the whole sky is strewn with stars. Now he is the center of the Universe. I have never seen anything more beautiful. He is relaxed, my presence does not bother him.
I'm lost in time. Apparently passed a lot of time.
From my thoughts I was pulled out by someone's pleasant voice.
He was hoarse and probably lower than usual, apparently he was silent for a long time.
-My name is Ernest - the guy is still sitting motionless and looking out the window.
-M-my n-name is Samantha...
The guy smiled gently and one could see dimples on his cheeks. Despite his incredibly beautiful smile, his gaze was sad. If I were a child, I would say "Beautiful prince with sad eyes".
He is silent. It's about 6 am now. I'm going to bed.
- Good night - He looks deeply into the room. He stands facing the window. It is lit by the light from the street, it is probably already dawn.
- Good night, Ernest.
He left . He's not around.
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