First and Last Encounter
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Description
I saw his perfectly crafted grayish blue hair and his clean cut but simple fashion. My eyes suddenly stopped at his existence. I've never seen anyone so calm and exquisite. No, no. I couldn't just go up and talk to him. We were strangers. Strangers who meet each others eyes and pass by.
Foreword
Inspired by an occurrence that happened to me. I saw a really good looking guy at the library and I realized that no matter how much I wanted to talk to him, we would remain as strangers and never see each other again. that I'm not courageous.
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