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He’s the exact same as he was months ago. Clean-shaven, a little too gorgeous for mere mortals, with soulless grey eyes, yet there’s a hint of something new I never noticed before.
He feels my eyes on him and glances at me for a second, locking onto my blues and I see it more intensely. A weird softness in place of what used to be utter cold. It’s around his eyes, his mouth, that icy
