"So tell me that you love me" I whipped my head up from my painting falling off the desk chair. Who was that? I wanted to scream hoping it wasn't a complete stranger. I thought for a little looking at the stairs maybe considering it was my head playing with me but I swear I'd heard the voice above the soft tune that was continuing in the back. All I saw was the blank area of the entrance of my room. A squeak pierced the air as if the window was opening, I looked over my face still red and tired, my wrists aching from holding up my body on the cold floor.
"U-u-um Zach-h-h?" I whispered looking at the boy next to the jutted window, causing a breeze to run into my room and flow around us.
"Ab..." his hair was a mess in all directions like he hadn't styled it like he always does for centuries and his face was pale like mine lacking the sun's precious rays. He held his hand in the other as he stared at the floor then back up at me, my breath was still hitched as we stood only mere meters apart. Pulling myself up off the floor onto my wobbly knees I flew around his neck crashing my body into his which was taken back from surprise but his cologne filling my nose was bringing a part of me back that I hadn't been able to find in so long.
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We entered and paid a small fee for the extra part before slowly and closely walking around studying everything. Half the time Corbyn would be looking at me but sometimes when he was looking at the art and taking pictures I'd glance at him emerging myself in his personality. He was so technical but so easy to go with the flow, he was intricate like a puzzle. Maybe that's why I hang out with him so much. Because I just want to solve who he is. He probably does the same for me.
