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The trees tower over us as you walk me home. The disembodied howls of the wind through the trees, and shoes hitting concrete filled the comfortable silence between us as we silently trudged along the sidewalk. The pavement was occasionally lit by street lights opposing the inky black sky. You didn’t say a word, and it was okay. Occasionally we’d pass under a streetlight which hollowly lit your face, and yet even still you seemed to radiate a warm glow despite color theory trying to mellow your energy.

Every now and then, I'd steal a glance at your figure in tranquil hopes you wouldn’t notice. I wanted to just turn to face you, and take a snapshot of the view you gave me, oblivious to the invisible camera sitting right beside you. The way the cool wind ruffled your clothes and short black hair, the way your sharp features were obscured by the shadows after every...