today was interesting, it was our morning lecture so i had brought a coffee in with me.
i awaited the inevitable moment that he would walk in and grace me with his intoxicating smell which i couldn't resist. he was here.
he sat down still wearing gloves, it was 17 degree c outside, how was he wearing gloves?
then he took them off. his hands were completely black, he had tattoed the top of his hands, and he saw me staring.
he turned one of them over to reveal their original colour.
"its a metaphor, how i feel" he said to me.
i didn't reply, i just stared at him while he stared back at me. it took a while, but a smile slowly formed on his lips, it was demonic.
it sparked fear up in me.
did he quote fault in our stars? was he like imperfectly perfect?
