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With his mind floating in a sea of guilt, sadness and self hatred, he stared through his bedroom window the whole day waiting for the boy to show up. But he didn't. The window he had sneaked through hundreds of times didn't lighten up that night and remained that way for the next eight years.
As he stared at those flowers, he tried to find something that remembered him of those brown eyes he so much loved. Unfortunately, there were just red flowers and dark green leaves. Those flowers would just remember him those eyes when they were dead and rotten, he realized, even though the brown wouldn't be nothing like those dreamy irises.