Bruises of love ~

Bruises of love ~

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I turned to head toward the car when something smacked into my shoulder, sending me stumbling back against the door. "Oh, shit-sorry! I didn't see you there." I looked up to see a hand extended toward me. It belonged to a boy, maybe a year or two older. He had tousled brown hair, olive-green pants, and a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. "Thanks," I muttered, shyly taking his hand as he pulled me upright. He bent down to grab a lighter that had fallen near my feet, flicking it open and lighting his cigarette without so much as looking at me. "You're new here, aren't you?"
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Instead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he began to laugh. I couldn't hear anything, it was a soundless laughter. Not because I was in a trance, but because the windows and doors blocked in all the sounds... depriving me of the sound I wanted to hear most. Something about his expression made me smile. He looked... if only there were a word to describe how he looked. One word that could paint this perfect image of him in detail capturing even the motion of the moment. But before I could come up with that word, that perfect moment was broken. I inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. His face went blank removing all the evidence that he had been expressing amusement. Like a mirror, my smile faded. His empty countenance lasted only for a few more seconds, and then there was a twitch. A twitch of recognition? A twitch of memory? Whatever it was gave my feet the strength to move towards the door.

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