it was him.
I saw him feeding the ducks and the snippets of the last minute biology notes stuffed inside his bags.
his rough dark brown hair laid messy and the brown eyes, unfocused on the duck eating his bread crumbs.
i saw his face was dull and sad.
so I took a seat beside him.
he looked at me dryly and gave me a weak smile.
"i think you're beautiful," I said.
he smiled and said that he is not.
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