There we were.
Sitting on the public bench.
Opposite sides of the circle.
Facing one another.
That old man's been staring at me for quite sometime now...
It's strange though, the more i look at him the deeper his eyes seem.
Almost...hollow.
No wait.
Deeper than hollow. It draws one in.
It only took a moment before one feels pulled in.
I caught myself and pulled to reality.
He saw it all... and even smiled.
The bastard.
The eye that reflects the absoluteness of nothing is in fact just drawing in.
That is what it feels like anyway.
And he knows it.
The bastard.
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