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The boy woke up as his eyes opened to find himself warm on the floor of the ballroom.
He sat up and stretched as he then looked outside, his time was an hour faster then her's.
He had then pulled out his wallet and took out a picture of her, her black hair and her dark brown eyes that looked as kind as could be, he then took in a deep sigh and held it close to his heart.
He could almost feel her next to him, wanting to feel her prescence, her aurora.
He had then loked down at the picture of her and shivered slightly, remembering the warmth she brought him everytime they were together.
He had then remembered the last words he spoke to her, telling her he would be back as soon as he could, and hopefully as soon as he wants to.
He began to shiver slightly and then began to sob, his soft cries echoed gently off the painted walls of the ballroom as he held the picture close to his chest.
"Steph..." he whispered softly, his hands shaking, his eyes streaming out tears.
He had then bottled up his tears of misery and of her and wiped away the tears with his sleeve.
He had then stood up and walked over to the closest window to see it was snowing again, it had been snowing for the past week and he then groaned softly.
"It's cold enough here..." he grumbled lightly.
He had been living in Marquette, Michigan.
It had been very cold during the past couple of months and he could barely even stand the cold already.
He had then remembered her laugh, her smile, the world was like a cold graveyard to him, hollow and empty, and on every tombstone was her face.
It haunted him in a happy way as he then stuffed the picture back in his wallet.
Her name had then found it's way off his lips again, "Stephy..."
He had then began to walk out of the ballroom, his footsteps echoeing off each wall.
He then had looked around again, his heart still missing her as he had then opened up the door and out into the cold town of Marquette.
When he had walked out of the small building he looked around the town, the cold morning air tossing his thick black hair around his face as the snowflakes managed to hide in his hair.
He felt the sun gently shine on his face, not really helping him with the frost that nipped his nose.
His name was James Torzewski

Description
The boy woke up as his eyes opened to find himself warm on the floor of the ballroom.
He sat up and stretched as he then looked outside, his time was an hour faster then her's.
He had then pulled out his wallet and took out a picture of her, her black hair and her dark brown eyes that looked as kind as could be, he then took in a deep sigh and held it close to his heart.
He could almost feel her next to him, wanting to feel her prescence, her aurora.
He had then loked down at the picture of her and shivered slightly, remembering the warmth she brought him everytime they were together.
He had then remembered the last words he spoke to her, telling her he would be back as soon as he could, and hopefully as soon as he wants to.
He began to shiver slightly and then began to sob, his soft cries echoed gently off the painted walls of the ballroom as he held the picture close to his chest.
"Steph..." he whispered softly, his hands shaking, his eyes streaming out tears.
He had then bottled up his tears of misery and of her and wiped away the tears with his sleeve.
He had then stood up and walked over to the closest window to see it was snowing again, it had been snowing for the past week and he then groaned softly.
"It's cold enough here..." he grumbled lightly.
He had been living in Marquette, Michigan.
It had been very cold during the past couple of months and he could barely even stand the cold already.
He had then remembered her laugh, her smile, the world was like a cold graveyard to him, hollow and empty, and on every tombstone was her face.
It haunted him in a happy way as he then stuffed the picture back in his wallet.
Her name had then found it's way off his lips again, "Stephy..."
He had then began to walk out of the ballroom, his footsteps echoeing off each wall.
He then had looked around again, his heart still missing her as he had then opened up the door and out into the cold town of Marquette.
When he had walked out of the small building he looked around the town, the cold morning air tossing his thick black hair around his face as the snowflakes managed to hide in his hair.
He felt the sun gently shine on his face, not really helping him with the frost that nipped his nose.
His name was James Torzewski