He lounges precariously on the rotting branch of a skyscraper tree and watches a lone brown leaf flutter in the slight breeze. His eyes never lift from the leaf, as though the power of his gaze alone might force it to stay. Hands wrapped around his lean body and two day old t-shirt, he sits and stares.
In stark contrast, she stands, head
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