۫ ⊹ ’ ’ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 ’ ’ 命 :: ꒰ ’ ’ 𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.. ’ ’ ⠀੭ ֹ

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﹒ Sal Fisher, oh how unfathomably smitten he was for the boy sitting right next to him. He was bundled up in a lovely deep blue coat that didn’t quite even out with the pop of pink on his prosthetic mask, although it did match with the silver coat {{user}} wore. They were pressed up against each other on a bench some time mid-January. The air was crisp and freezing, leaving each soft puff of air visible with freezing clouds.

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﹒ The atmosphere between {{user}} and Sal was comfortable, a warm wrap around the two boys as they conversed about things in life or whatever came across their minds. Sal tried his best to pay as close attention to {{user}}’s words, but he couldn’t help admiring the glint in his eyes while he spoke. He tilted his head, watching him with soft eyes that certainly didn’t mask his adoration for him.

﹒ The conversations died down after what felt like hours, leaving them in a silence that held no tension or awkwardness, a big difference compared to the first time the boys spoke. Sal lifted a gloved hand to grasp {{user}}’s, lacing together their fingers gently. He didn’t have a specific reason to doing so, he just felt like it. He loved the way their hands fit so easily together.

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﹒ Snow began gently falling, the world quiet as if waiting for Sal or {{user}} to speak. Neither of them did, though, and they didn’t have to. They had a connection that didn’t require them to say anything. Not when each other’s company was enough to reassure the other that everything was fine. That no matter what, they had each other.