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On some days, he could appreciate her.

Slightly.

He had to admit she was funny and wacky and had a vivid way of describing.

(Basically, everything his pathetic self wasn't.)

She made the atmosphere less dull and grey, almost as if she brought life itself to the crowd. Her beams of light pierced confidently through the dreary clouds to reach the people below.

People surrounding her always wore sunny smiles on their faces, all affected by the sun.

On some days, she was more warm than hot.

A mellow, comfortable sort of warmth, which washed over him like a hazy Sunday afternoon, instead of her usual fiery, ardent ambience.

That he liked, because she wasn't too bothersome. And it was fun, to sit at the side and watch her and the others laugh.

Along with her came life, warmth, and zeal. Like the big, bright sun she was, she spread her rays of joy everywhere.

He would never, never admit it, but he was so apathetic, so withdrawn-

A little bit of the sun, his sun, was nice too.

Just a little bit.

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A/N: Huuuuh? Our boi here is a little conflicted :)

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