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Those familiar eyes. I like it when it's 4 a.m, and the room is dark but has a blue hue from the dawning moon. Half closed blinds, fan silently blowing, sheets comforting instead of wet with sorrow. Sudden warmth against me, embraced like a child. The bleak sadness drains from me. Fingers engulf each other, lips against my temple, thumbs stroking my cold knuckles. The air is leaving my lungs now exhaling with serenity. The blue hue is seeming to brighten. Like those familiar eyes.

It's not just a mirage anymore, no- now it's real and out to tarnish. So many wasted nights and so little solutions, to the relentless accusations here. No more will the comforting smiles be seen, and now here you are- forcibly prepared for an undeserving battle.

Conjuring up illusions as I stared at my ceiling was never boring... Until I met you. Weird? I notice everything now. The way you brush off uncomfortable conversations, but assure me with a toothy grin. Another empty bottle, and a burning sensation taunt me as I hold a picture of you, your perfection. Emptiness, blank- since when did I care about how someone laughed? Or how they stared at me with questionable longing? After what felt like an eternity, my faint heart fell with peace when I was embraced by your arms. I notice everything now.