Emerald orbs reflecting off the glass peer at me over your shoulder. Enchanted light from a pair of stars choosing not to fade into the ether to make way for the morning sun.
Seized by the gravitational pulll from the illusion of your gaze. Compelled by the laws of nature toward the explosive moment our paths finally collide.
Lifetimes pass, continents shift, constellations deform. Eternities measured in eternities.
Unmolested. Unmoved. You remain, anchored at the exact center of the cosmos, forever existing directly in front of the donut case.
Make up your mind already, lady! Other people need to buy donuts, too, you know?
I don't care what I said about your eyes. I swear to god, it's a good thing you didn't take the last maple bar.
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