He's sitting by the window

He's sitting by the window

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His raven hair shimmers as I watch the sun drag itself over the horizon, his pastel blue eyes catch my eye and I can't look away, the steam rises from his coffee and I lose myself watching him breath.
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Black as night, his hair. Deep eyes, dusted cocoa. Narrowed, concentrated. His hands, frail, holding the pencil precisely. His walls, up, his head, down. Nico. His hair, yellow as the sun. His eyes held the sky. His hands, holding nothing but his heart, his mind, open. Will.

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