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He stares at you when you sleep. pressing his fingertips against the cold, sand-paper-like brick. his eyes depicting a different story when he stares at you intensely over the constant chatter of your father and mother arguing. he knows a divorce will settle upon the both of them. he can't help but feel bad for you. trying not to make you catch him, he inches back behind the dry brick wall. you catch him moving further away from you from the corner of your eye. you turn to him and-