He was standing right by the big desk by the window. A faraway gaze stared at what was outside the window there. I don't know if it's the horizon, meadows, buildings, parking lots or something else that becomes the center of attention.
His straight hair fell down to her shoulders, blown by the wind that sometimes pushed its way through the open shutters.
His gaze is logical, far away but full of meaning. Thousands of hopes contained in his heart. Sometimes he takes a deep breath and then releases it simultaneously, not slowly. Like someone who is asking and getting answers but not granted his wish.
The look on his face gave a thousand questions for someone who might pay attention. Either at a glance or not, you will definitely ask what he is thinking.
He had been standing beside the big desk by the window for a long time, not moving and also not moving to leave or continue other activities like the people around him. Not fooled, indifferent as if not caring about people who pay attention or not. Stay engrossed in activities that still raise a thousand questions for those who pay attention or see them.
Dusk was getting redder and breezy music could be heard accompanying the twilight atmosphere. With a tone as if giving a sign to accompany the night time that will soon come. The light of the room where he stood began to glow to illuminate.
Jolted into faded consciousness, the body standing next to the big desk by the window slowly faded following the increasingly bright room light. Disappearing increasingly disappearing as if vanished by the wind that brought him back home.
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