Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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Diary entry
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I met a very peculiar individual today, but oh how beautifully peculiar he was.
Being able to see the dead and the dying isn't always a beautiful sight to see, but of course any person with a brain would say that, but this individual, was neither dead nor dying and yet he wasn't exactly alive either.
I will say, he did startle me to begin with, i did not expect to see such a large being just perched on a grave, or a large being anywhere for that matter. He clearly wasn't human, and yet, i found myself safe around him, how peculiar.
If his existence wasn't strange enough, i found it even stranger that he was just sitting on a grave picking at a rose, plucking its delicate petals one by one, with the saddest look on his skull face.
I will say though, he may not be human, but he certainly was beautiful.

He asked me to leave him alone, and yet- his eyes and ears begged me to stay. Oh his ears! his ears were the cutest damned things i had ever seen. Although i couldn't tell you how it was possible to have a skull for a head and yet have working ears, he was truly marvelous. I could tell he wasn't used to people being fond of his company, it was almost as if i was an alien to him. Even though he told me to leave him alone, he continued a conversation with me, asking me questions, perhaps i intrigued him?

He was determined that i was fully blind, that was his assumed reason for me being able to stand close to him. He went so far as to call himself a monster! how absurd! Of course i proved him wrong! How could i not do so, for he was so beautiful.

I was rather forward to him, perhaps that was rather selfish of me, however i couldn't leave him to think he was such a vile being when all i saw was beauty. A beauty he was, truly. i still have him in my mind, as if he is in-front of me right now. His tall silhouette hunched over himself, body covered by a large black cape that blew gently with the wind, almost like a raven taking flight, his long tail peaking out from underneath the shadow the cape had created. His face, so unique, he appeared to have a skull-like head with sorrow filled eyes and those cute ears of his which he always had laid back and down.

Why was he so desolate?

When he tried to speak on how he perceived himself to be a monster- he almost spoke in riddles. i can't say what it was he was trying to say nor could i say on what his intentions were by being this way but it was rather peculiar.

Why was he shocked that i wasn't dying?

How would he know if i was?

Oh how i wish to see him again, maybe then i can ask him more..