The wind is blowing the curtains, one of them touches my hands. The air so fresh in morning, so pure and delicate, like Uruha's eyes. Honey gold eyes. The cigarette on the table smokes itself away in my room. Taking a deep breath, closing my eyes. I see him smiling at me, waiting to touch me, grab me , kiss me. I can feel his hand sliding in my
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