Chapter Text
There's the sound of his foot thumping against the plush carpet, the sound of muffled voices from the TV downstairs, the sound of music moving quietly through the room. He stares down at the papers strewn across his desk; and for a moment, his attention is captured by the eraser shavings that substitute blank spaces he couldn't fill.
A sigh escapes his lips and he rests his chin on his hand, gazing out the window. He looks up at the twinkling stars that begin to appear amongst the darkening sky. And it's strange, how casually his thoughts flit over to a certain pair of blue eyes that seem to have nestled themselves into his heart. He doesn't mind, he likes to think. It doesn't matter. It means nothing, he says.
But then, a second passes. Two, even. And it's enough time for the world to slow to a standstill, as the pencil in his hand falls from between his fingers and plummets towards the ground.
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4.02 (9:56 p.m.)
Untitled.
The discovery is not sudden.
It is not a dramatic realization
In the middle of the day,
Looking into your blue eyes
And finding home in them.
But sometimes it is a passing thought -
A small, sudden thought
Capturing your attention in
The middle of your misery,
Until you grab at it
And stare with widened eyes.
The reactions are not dramatic,
Life goes on the same.
There are no such things
As baited breaths and rosy cheeks
That invade my senses
When it comes to you.
But - I will admit this;
I will admit the small smile that
Tugs at my lips at seeing your
Happiness, or the loudness
Of my beating heart as you
Glide across the room.
I will admit the peace of mind
That nestles in my soul when
I think of you, and I will admit
This mindset - this addiction
To knowing that there is someone
In this cruel, cruel world who
I want to live for.
And as time slows down around us,
I will strive to cherish this moment
And savor it before it is gone -
Gone with the whispers of
The breeze that will always
Carry my life away.
- y.a.