"It is said that one cannot share the pride one experiences upon completing a meaningful task to another human being."
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Tap.
It was impeccably difficult to keep my darting gaze-my thought off him.
Tap.
His back was a mere shadow- No. A silhouette, only made more appealing by the dim light seeping and pouring out of the weeping window. The sky was crying.
Tap.
I stared entranced as a pale, slender finger tapped the window ceasingly. As annoying was the sound, it was just that much more beautiful. I wanted to know more. Who was he? I wanted him, I knew it. My gaze was locked.
Why is he tapping?
Was he bored?
Morse Code?
What--or who was responsible for that solemn look I could see in his reflection? And why, why couldn't I look away? He turned around to face me, his picturesque face in deep mourning. My god, he was gorgeous. He was either a statuette or a doll. Something like him could not be real.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
And then he was gone.
