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Ongoing, First published Jun 07, 2016
His eyes were the color of the remnants of tobacco on an ashtray, his wary gaze fixated on mine as he held me closely-- so close that it seemed like he'll suffocate from the lack of contact. Who is he? I didn't know him but, somehow,-- from his watery eyes and slightly parted lips, to the way his pale blonde hair ruffled gently against the wind and the way he held either of my shoulders-- i longed for him. "You know what's the most painful thing you did to me?" He said, on the verge of tears earning him a confused look from me. He continued, "It's when you look at me as if I were a complete stranger to you." with a tear slipping down his cheek. I wanted to brush it away, tell him I'm sorry. Though I had no idea what I should be sorry about.All Rights Reserved
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