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"Every time I saw him, he seemed so distant, as if he were enveloped in a floating bubble of his own, floating yet drowning in his own thoughts.

The sunlight fell on his frustratingly chiselled face perfectly, emphasising his jaw line that was capable of making any girl shudder. His knee was drawn up, and his elbow was resting upon it. And if it weren't for his cigarette hand moving to and fro his mouth, I would have thought of him to be a Michael Angelo statue."