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I watched him.
His black hair fell in messy strands across his forehead, thick and untamed, like he didn't care enough to push it back. There was something wild about it. Something broken
I don't know why, but I didn't want to leave.
I wanted to stay.
I wanted to understand why he looked so wounded - so far away from everything around him.
His green eyes looked..... Sad
Like they'd seen too much.