I see you on the windowsill, writing. I wonder what you do. You sit there every day and do something. I want to ask you something, but you are far away, too far away. I sigh and finish my coffee; I know you are here when I get back. After all, sitting on a desk and doing paperwork was normal for an accountant. Draco said I already finalized some of my work yesterday; I might get here before you leave again.
When I get back to my flat, the sun already did its job and the red hue started to spill into my room. When I arrived in front of the window, I see you painting the sunset. I smile. It is always a different art every time.
It is 8 PM and I see you packing up. I sigh and decide to finally work.
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The next day, I see you again on your balcony, reading. The cover of the book was splattered with paint. This makes me wonder again; are you always this messy? I also see an almost empty orange juice can twirling in your hand.
I got up to make breakfast, the usual pancakes from scratch as a Saturday tradition. I regret not buying a flat with a balcony, the cold air in the city always reminds me of home. I sigh. I trudge up the stairs and to the rooftop with my breakfast, hoping that I have not missed you again today. You always leave the moment I wake up during the weekends.
I reached the short ascent and gingerly sat on the roof's edge, my feet dangling onto the quite empty street.
When I finished breakfast, I see you look up from your book. You brush away your bangs, huffing and silently complaining about the length. You look around and see me. You wave wildly at me, grinning. I mustered a small, amused smile and wave back.
After you leave, I sigh and leave my spot. Time to get the day going.
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When I enter my living room today, I see you waiting for me, holding out a sign. I raised an eyebrow and get a whiteboard marker. When my mum said I might use my backward spelling in the future, this was not what I had in mind.
When I come back out again, I see you light up bounce around your balcony, your hair bouncing around. I answer your question and we talk back and forth the whole morning until I had to leave.
I see you pout, and I shake my head.
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It has been two months since you reached out to me. After I got over my surprise, our messages have been routine. I see you working on something and I decide to leave you a message; I could not disturb you right now.
When I come back from work, I see you dance around your own flat, jumping, and inaudible screaming. I knock on my glass and you run to your balcony.
We talk about my message from this morning and the moment we part, I smile. You said yes.
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I adjust my outfit and lean against the restaurant's wall, waiting for you. When I see you around the corner around 8 PM, I smile. You grin. You run to me and I accept it with open arms, inhaling your scent as you hug me just as tightly as I do.
We let go and clean ourselves up. I look up to you and stretched out my hand, playfully introducing myself, fully knowing that you know my name. You grin and accept my hand, introducing yourself too.
We go inside the restaurant and a worker was waiting on the podium, smiling at us. I tug you to the worker and say our reservation:
"...Under the names Theodore and Oliver."
