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❝― i wished ❞ . . .
on a cold winter like this;
the cold breeze hitting my face seems stronger than ever.having to waking up early for work is the worst thing ever.i would rather lay in my bed tucked by warm blankets.
crossing the same lonely road again.
i see the same person across the road ― waiting for the 6:45 am bus to the city. it's been months since i've seen him around. there's something strange about this guy though.
it's as if his face is sculpted; the pointed nose, luscious lips to the eyes that sparked a surreal innocence yet his face hold something that makes me want to know him more.
"oh fuck!" I cursed as soon as i realise i have to catch a 6:45 train now.
i run as fast as i could to the platform before i miss the train.
but a last glance at him won't cost anything,right?
