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[luno]

get out, there's nothing special here.

[luno]

I couldn't help but allow my once peircing blue eyes across his chocolate brown ones- pools of deep brown liquid, that I once drank in hot beverages or wolfed down when upset. There was so much behind them; almost as if you could remove them, and find a library of hidden emotion behind them- he then realised that there was more to study. I could feel my soft pale cheeks heating up to the level where my blush was visible. I heard him let out a soft chuckle; he was probably amused at my awe. As sound slipped from his lips; I could smell alcohol dripping from his breath. I couldn't help but grimace. I'd felt so strongly for him for so long- I could remember the first time we met, in university; I would keep silent as I studied his perfect features. Now; I could do at as he watched.
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