2 Works by MaxLB
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You’re asking me for how many nights I am doing this? Well, I don’t know. I certainly lost the count by now. I would rather not call it a habit, because that would make me a creep… Well, maybe I am a creep. Or, well… What would you call a guy that’s in his kitchen, surrounded by darkness, while staring at another guy through the window?
Whatever. This is not a habit. This is not something I will keep doing… Maybe.
But, Yoba, he looks so good… The moon is shining so bright tonight, and his pale skin reflects its light so well. Practically blinding. His lips look even redder than usual under the cold breeze of late fall, accompanying his glassy gaze so well. And yet I am here, behind the window. -
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Mr. Fell did not hate his life, not one bit, but he discovered that he fell into a routine he could not quite escape. He was numb to his reality, living just a day after day that was quite similar between one another. The same alarm clock everyday, the same rain hitting on his window, the same brand of English breakfast and scones, the same fabric softener scent, the same tartan and beige bed sheets, the same walks through the same routes in the same parks… But the sudden intrusion of a certain art model into his life was about to change everything. If it was for better or for worse he did not know.