White Nothing
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Snowflakes fell down from The grey painted sky, Leo could see his own breath in the cold winter weather, the bench he sat on was covered in ice but he didn't bother,the thought of seeing his bestfriend named Raphael warmed him up, as well as his cheeks went rosey red. The ash blonde boy smiled sweetly to himself, patiently waiting in the empty park. Leo fiddled with his thumbs When he suddenly recognised his friend's face "oyyy!! Raphael!" Leo's face brightened up but his smile vanished when he noticed that his friend used a stick to guide his way "Leo?" The blind boy asked "oh ! Leo! Long time No see! Mind helping me?" Leo ran over to him and guided the was towards the bench,Leo didn't dare to ask anything, his throat hurted so badly now "Leo? Are you alright?" Leo didn't know how he did it but Raphael glared directly towards Leo, even if his eyes were covered with bandages. The ash haired boy swallowed and felt how tight his throat was, he responded shakily "yes" and wanted to cry so
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