His cold eyes.
Warming up to meet his smile.
A sound so rare.
A sound so perfect.
And just to think it's because of me.
That feeling.
Inside of me.
Knowing I made him feel an emotion.
Laughter.
If I can make him laugh.
Then just maybe.
Just maybe.
I can make him love.
Love me.
Love himself.
His cold heart.
Warmed for a few minutes.
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
I can warm it forever...

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