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Lost Happiness

The rain pounded in my face as I stared up at the window. He was sitting at his desk, a small ring of light making him slightly visible in the darkness of the room. His jet black hair was disheveled and his eyes were filled with sadness. He sat alone, biting the end of his pen, deep in thought. The wind whipped my hair around my neck. I felt a shiver run up my back and knew it was time to get home. I shouldn’t have been here at all, but I couldn’t keep myself away. I took one more look at his face before I left. His light brown eyes had lost their glow, their happiness. I knew I had to leave now but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. I wanted to go and comfort him. Wrap my arms around him and tell him it was okay, but I couldn’t. His sadness and pain was unbearable, but I was dead to him. I was dead to the world. I turned and ran into the darkness, tears filling my eyes. I ran through the streets.

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