Racer 404 || (dnf)

4• Beautiful butterflies

(George's POV)

As soon as I'm stood right in front of him my mind goes blank. I had spent half an hour earlier this morning rehearsing what I was going to say to the man that had saved my life but it all comes crumbling down the minute i see his face.

I open and close my mouth three times, my eyes still caught in his, I'm caged into his beauty. Beautiful dark blonde locks fill the void around his head, the curls rounded perfectly to match the shape of his prim-rose ears. A small black cross earring hanging down from his left lobe. Such a small detail that i will forever hold in my watery gaze.

It felt that as soon as our eyes met a light brightened in my fingertips. They tug at my hands desiring to run my nails through his conditioned hair.

I give in at holding back my hands as I reach up hesitantly and glide my index finger over the Stiches that have been placed underneath his right brow.

1...2...3...

My body feels as if it shifted itself closer to his warmth. I retract my hand from his presence regretfully. His face structure is so beautiful put, I stroll my eyes down his neck until my eyesight becomes straight. I'm shorter than him by a chunk as my eye sight levels out just below his shoulders.

The comfortable silence we were once stood in has dispersed into a voice of thick tension, each of us waiting for the other to say something. Anything.

I want to ask him his name. His favourite colour, his birthday, his height — that stands much higher than mine. His age. Where he was born.

My eyes turn a light red as those thoughts come to hault the second my eyes meet his again. It's like he has the power to swipe my thoughts.

I drop my head in defeat as I begin to ramble on with my apologie. My voice echos slightly in the space between us. I'm talking to the floor where both our feet stand just inches away from each other. Almost as we are scared of the other persons actions that will be held in the future.

My voice trails on longer than I expected as my eyes blur with tears that form in the ducts of my eyes. I sniffle once or twice before a new sensation of warmth fills my back, handprints mark my skin as they pull me closer to the boy I do longingly want to cling to forever.

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(Dreams POV)

As soon as I'm stood right in front of him my mind goes blank. I wanted to spill out a million questions at once.

Are you okay? What happened? Are any of the injuries long term? Is your car totally scrapped?

Those a million questions come to a stop when I find both of us just standing. Staring. I loose myself in those spirals of browns and oranges. He's even more beautiful with his eyes open.

It's like open gates to heaven. Lights reflect off of his autumn coloured pools, the paleness of his skin still plastered across his dainty face. Like a porcelain doll.

My eyes fail me as they fall further down his face to his crimson lips. They lure me in with alluring charms. My knees sink into a puddle of weakness, the feeling of myself melting into the cold floor below fills my finger tips as my eyes watch his hand swarm past my face and up to the stitches up on my right eyebrow.

His finger slimly drifts over the three stitches I had put in after the sorrowful accident.

I relax into his soft touch lightly, my eyes still focused on his even as his gaze moves in time with his hand as they both lift upwards limply to my face. Long, clear nails scratch the surface of my skin hardly noticeable from anyone stood far away...but with no one around, me and the boy are left alone. Together. In a silent void waiting to be filled.