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        HE CARRIES BAGS the size of ripe blackberries under his eyes &&. his cheeks are hollowed. He would order the strongest coffee in an extra-large takeaway cup as he now dabbles in a comparably chaotic ventures of… fuck, college. 

        Architecture major. Sophomore &&. Hockey. Cue 5am runs, overwhelming classes, cigarette & caffeine, plenty of ice-skating, and a sport that’s fast becoming a way of life.

                                     ⊰ B A C K G R O U N D ⊱

        HE WAS BARELY outgrowing his training wheels the day he lost his mother. His world swept into a whirlwind of empty palette: bleak, monochrome, grey – but his father was always there, never vacating his sides, and taught him colors again.

        Silver designed their house from the very bones. He also taught Gray hockey &&. all the palatial structures in China. He bought his son watercolors & canvas & a pair of ice-skating shoes to grow into. When Gray had to leave for college, he took everything with him in a little, sentimental box and departed with a sheepish smile.

        He was a countryside boy ; far off in the north, where the snow-capped mountains dispersed into the azure skyline– and he takes the city by storm. They call him ❛ CAPTAIN GRAYSON ❜ &&. the campus is his, there’s not a hockey player colder than he.

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