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“Wha-” I try to find words to say but nothing comes to mind. Timothy ignores me, his eyes on the rising sun. I shake my head, not believing what I’m seeing. Without thinking my hand touches his cheek, to confirm that he is real. He doesn’t flinch or do anything when I touch him but stays calm, staring. I let my finger tips slowly trace the outline of his lips, making his eyes move towards mine. For a few seconds our eyes don’t leave each other, making a strange bolt explode in my heart and I quickly look away. “Are you real?” I ask and mentally facepalm myself. Of course he’s real. Why else would he stand before me? “Are you real?” He asks the same question with a glint of sarcasm in his eyes. I bite my lips. I’ve never seen anyone like him. His eyes are like the clear blue sky wi
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