How to Get Away with Murder pv oogie

Anthonie sat basked in the bright sunlight of Tenūsa's jungle school, the open canopy above allowing light to hit on his shoulders as he lounged on a chair at the feet of the trees. Sunglasses propped on the bridge of his nose with a shine that hid the blue of his eyes he glanced towards the sky above, utterly cloudless and free of any blemishes. His vision scanned the cerulean expanse before dropping back down to nature's beauty, the vastness of the trees and their dangling branches, tethering everything together in the pumping heart that was the island's centre. It was as if he had stepped foot into a living organism.

Leaning back on his chair, he closed his eyes behind his sunglasses, a serene smile spreading on lightly pursed lips. Birdsong filled his ears, a final concert before they retreated back into their nests, while the wind blew the sent of flowers into his nostrils, fresh and aromatic. As afternoon dipped into nighttime and the sun began to resign over the distant mountains, his body settled in and relaxed. An eventful day was drawing to an end as the hues of the sunset bled into each other.

This feeling. It was freedom, it was awe, it was the sublime.... He would give anything for a few more blissfully undisturbed moments.

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