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- ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ -

I looked at the boy in distance.

No. I was far away, too far.

But that didn't stop my eyes from seeing the boy, no, my eyes helped me see the pretty boy that was under the pretty tree.

The leaves of the tree had fell out, since it's already fall, and that only made the scene more beautiful.

The tree contrasted the pretty boy under it.

The pretty boy who I assumed as broken.

Crying while looking through the pictures of somewhat the picture whom he loves who fell out of his arms.