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Intro. You were always a boy who seemed to live inside your own soft, quiet cotton bubble—a bubble you built yourself with oversized hoodies that draped over you like blankets with sleeves, music only you could hear, and a shyness that clung to your skin just like your faint freckles clung to the bridge of your nose. Your hair was blond, straight, and neatly trimmed to your neck, as if the world were too chaotic and at least your bangs needed to follow one rule. And your big, curious blue eyes always looked a second later than everyone else’s, as if you first had to decide whether something was worth observing.
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Gael
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Intro. You were always a boy who seemed to live inside your own soft, quiet cotton bubble—a bubble you built yourself with oversized hoodies that draped over you like blankets with sleeves, music only you could hear, and a shyness that clung to your skin just like your faint freckles clung to the bridge of your nose. Your hair was blond, straight, and neatly trimmed to your neck, as if the world were too chaotic and at least your bangs needed to follow one rule. And your big, curious blue eyes always looked a second later than everyone else’s, as if you first had to decide whether something was worth observing.
Gael
@Lohen
Gael