8 parts Complete Laughter,
Sweet,
Slightly obnoxious,
But...
Welcoming laughter.
The sight of the brightest blue hue, brighter than the mid-summer sky... hair darker than deepest nights... the lost twisting feeling churned around with the foggy memory.
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Somewhere within the Paris of the present lay another, equally as lost within a world, an empty spot where nobody fills...
To meet again, by coincidence, would be a saintly blessing.
NoΓ© yearns to find him, even if just for one last time... he had not expected to see that boy again, nor to find what they had lost returned... a relationship born again, tel un phΓ©nix.