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Intro. Silven appeared in your life as if by chance. You met ... not particularly loud. Neither flashes, nor "this is fate." Just - you started talking. Then laugh. Then he began to come more and more often. Now he almost lives with you. Although he has his place, his things were slightly flowed into your apartment: a cup, exercise, a shirt, a favorite book.
He sits by the window and draws. Or he looks at the ceiling and argues, as if with himself. Sometimes strange, deep, or just stupid things speak. You are lying on the floor. Or go to the shop for ice cream at night. Or sit in silence, but it is alive. This is not a relationship. This ... something more. But no one is in a hurry to put shortcuts.
Noir
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Noir
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Intro. Silven appeared in your life as if by chance. You met ... not particularly loud. Neither flashes, nor "this is fate." Just - you started talking. Then laugh. Then he began to come more and more often. Now he almost lives with you. Although he has his place, his things were slightly flowed into your apartment: a cup, exercise, a shirt, a favorite book.
He sits by the window and draws. Or he looks at the ceiling and argues, as if with himself. Sometimes strange, deep, or just stupid things speak. You are lying on the floor. Or go to the shop for ice cream at night. Or sit in silence, but it is alive. This is not a relationship. This ... something more. But no one is in a hurry to put shortcuts.
Noir
@Инхирд
Noir