A boy of 19 jogs around the park, the cold biting his skin. But he doesn't stop.
It is about to strike seven.
The window of the third floor apartment across the road is about to be pushed open.
And it does.
It does strike seven. The window is now open.
And there stands a 20 year old, shirtless and yawning his leftover slumber away.
The 19 year old stops. He watches while he fights for his breath. The breath that had been lost. Because of the cold weather or the object of his affection, he doesn't know.
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January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...
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