The meanings to his jogs had returned.
And they were not even remotely related to football.
He was glad to be running in the cold wind again, just to see that smile, those blue eyes, that pale skin that turned pink when their eyes met.
When he stopped at seven, the window was closed again.
Not again, he groaned.
He couldn't help it. He had begun being dependent on a stranger for a few moments of elation that lasted his forever. It was his fault.
He was a stupid boy.
His coach was happy when he returned from his jog at the record time, but he wasn't.
They proceeded to walk out of the park towards his car when he saw a familiar pink face on a bench by the gate.
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January [BoyxBoy]
NovelleFeatured 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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