She folded it gently, albeit making a mishap with her spontaneous quirky clumsy manner.
His eyes squint to see the origami folded into something beautiful.
And his eyes could not focus. Not the origami, but the beautiful person that engulfed his vision.
Her clumsiness drew him.
Attracted him.
However it may be.
And again, his story would be ending in a failure like the rest of them.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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