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There was a soft breeze.
It wrapped its invisible fingers around her hair and pulled gently at it as it retreated into darkness. Her black locks billowed ever so slightly. It looked slow motion but it wasn’t because that would’ve been absurd.
He looked at her with a soft look in his eyes. Her forehead the right height between her hairline and her perfect eyebrows. Her eyes were the right size too, larger than average and containing everything he had ever dreamt of when he was just a child staring out the classroom window. Her plump cheeks, so buoyant and brilliant. Her ears correctly rounded and sporting enough metal to make her decorated but not pretentious. The curvature of her upper lip and how it sat perfectly above the lower one. Her chin with those tiny facial hairs one could only spot if staring at it up close, so close you’d see them stand when a warm breath escaped his mouth and flowed along that feminine jawline and down to her neck.
All this captured in a split second as she chewed on her dinner. And he wondered to himself, “what have I done?”