At a hill, beside a river. The dandy grass dancing along with the breeze of the spring air, while the sky impersonated a canvas. A canvas full of color, it's radiancy beaming all throughout the area. Such a magnificent sight, but needless to say it consists of many great histories. Though it was like paint spilt all over the horizon, the sky itself basically sucked the color out of everything else and turned it into it's own. So beautiful, yet so selfish.
There stood a boy, wearing a long black coat, with a white long sleeve beneath; a black tie hanging from the crook of his neck til it's edge sat on his stomach. Pitch black pants, and black shoes. Though, his coat wasn't fully on. Rather; he treated it like putting a blanket over yourself. His arms weren't inserted in his sleeves, but they were actually covered by them right beneath.
(Considered to be) long brown hair draped on his face, though it was enough for his eyes and other distinct features to be visible. He was standing beside the body of water, peacefully. But in certain ways, peaceful didn't seem like the right word for it. The thing about him that stood out the most would be; the bandages. His skin was mostly all covered up by the silk of the bandages. From the half of his eyes, to his arms, and possibly his legs (hard to tell with his pants.)
the running water reflected by his brown eyes, the pebbles scattered beneath the seemingly dead shade of blue and moss acting like its skin. The gray surface of the pebbles were swallowed and overcome by the infectious moss. He was staring at them, no thoughts; no intentions.
Just looking at the boy, it was rather difficult to believe there even was a boy beyond all that. An apathetic expression was written all over his face, whatever was beneath might as well be nonexistent. His overall appearance was at the edge of the rope of simple humanity. Was there even a human underneath? Cause it certainly didn't feel like it; it didn't even feel like there was a human presence present.
Even if there once was, its crystal clear that whatever humanity left within that body has already fled. Or if not, sealed away. Was he overcome too just like those pebbles? Did a sky suck out the vibrant colors of his life and was left with nothing but desaturation?
