The body swayed.
It swayed in the wind, the same wind that had pushed itself through the windows, parting the curtains to make room for itself. Once inside, it skipped about, throwing papers off desks and making things creak and groan like a poltergeist with a broken heart. But it handled the body with care, lightly kissing the dark hair and tan skin, the jacket and jeans. Even his eyes, opened partly, seemed to be softened by the breeze, green gaze fixated on the window.
Like a broken doll in the hands of a child, he swung, as the wind hurled around him.
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