Just Looking An X/1999 drabble Damouse He observed the boy sitting across from him, who was chewing at his pencil and frowning at his book. He let his eyes swept over the slight build, the tousled head of dark hair, and the pale face beneath the wind-swept locks, and smiling faintly, he carefully lighted a cigarette. The boy lifted his head, almost an immediate response to his action. “You really shouldn’t be smoking.” He said, in a chiding tone, the amethyst hues burning into his emerald ones. He had to look away then. The innocence in those eyes only reminded him of what he had lost. ***End [ back ]
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