The wind gently blows the long, white curtains draped in front of the the window. A soft afternoon, the only noises are the rustle of the leaves and the faint drone of cars speeding through the city in the background. The breeze wafts into the room and caresses the boy's sleeping face while stroking through his hair. However, hearing the whispers, the boy wakes up in a confused state. Peace flutters upon his eyes as he looks to the light streaming in. Having forgotten about the world, his gray eyes look with indifference...yet in him a fragile longing still pulses.
It's been a while my love.
