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Clock ticked midday.

It was exactly 12 pm when a blue-eyed boy came home from the university. Day was busy and stressful. After waking up at 6 am, fast breakfast eating and breaking his own record in a clothes changing, boy ran to the bus stop where he waited for a bus, which ended being late and he almost missed first class that morning.

Boy liked going to classes, unlike in high school, where all he wanted to do was to ditch and read some good books. Here he could've shown his opinion on everything, discussed about different themes with professors and other students, they could've used any kind of devices during the lecture and they can leave lecture hall whenever they want to.

Blue-eyed sighted, almost jumping on a couch. He was tired and he wanted to go to sleep, but he can't because he'll mess up his sleeping routine and he can't afford that. He decided a safe choice, to make himself some hot chocolate, he is always up for that.

Wandering around his kitchen, male put some music on his phone, Every High Has A Come Down blasting through phone's speakers. He couldn't find a clean mug and he forgot to do dishes night before, so he needed to wash one mug now. To say that boy was lazy was an understatement. When he was living with his parents and brothers, his mum always yelled at him and his brothers to help her with chores and to clean their rooms. Usually dad would stick with one of them and helped them, since he was scared of his wife more than his sons. Now when he is living alone, he was all on his own and that always ended with him forgetting to do something or just being too lazy to do.

After washing the mug and putting way too much sugar and cocoa in it, boy scream-singed some song that stuck in his head, not caring what problems he can get from his addiction for hot chocolate.

Turning on the TV, boy thought how everything was boring and how he had to call company, to give him wi-fi connection, because he is dying without having internet and the one on his phone is slow shit. He decided for a safe thing, to use his laptop and to listen to some old but a good song.

Boy walked slowly in the familiar route, singing song about someone really sucking that his stupid best friend sang whole damn afternoon and it now stuck in his head. Stupid friend and a stupid song. But nonetheless, boy continued to sing a song and walking to the bedroom. Entering it, black-haired lad didn't even took a look at his room, which looked, to say nicely, like a disaster. Bed stood unmade for at least a week, there was no spot on the floor that wasn't covered with a clothes, mostly black skinny jeans and some oversized t-shirts and swethers. On the nightstand stood halfy eaten sandwhich that boy prepared to himself almost two weeks ago. There was probably a thick layer of dust hidden underrneath the clothes. Curtains of the room weren't moved since the day boy moved in. They were black and dusty but it seemed like boy didn't even noticed that.

Male just walked to his desk, covered in papers and books, searching for his laptop. It took him almost five minutes to find a big black thing. First, he had to move all of the papers that were on the desk, then put books on a pile and then he found device, under the second layer of papers. Just as he took laptop in his hands, on the ground fell a piece of paper. Readjusting a device in his hands, boy stoop down and picked up a paper. Just as his gaze fell on a paper, boy recognised it and stared in surprise. It was a photograph, a photograph of a young male he found almost a month ago.

It was weird how he thought that photograph was something, something special and yet, he still put it aside and forgot about it for nearly a month. He examined a picture one more time, wanting to memorise everything about that boy in the picture. How his hair was almost white, noticeable even on the yellow-white paper. His face looked almost perfect, with no scars, acnes or pimples, and was really pale. His almost perfect look probably was work of some make-up artist, since there was some make-up visible, but not too much. His eyes looked in some direction behind the camera, hiding something underneath that look. He wore a suit, with a bow-tie, looking formal and cold at the same time, being incredibly attractive.