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I saw him today.

I saw his vibrant smile that made me want to melt, his hair that made my fingers want to reach out and ruffle his messy, brown locks and his eyes, dear God, his eyes that just looks into my soul and pierces my entire being.

There's just something about his eyes that are different from everyone else's. His are warm and welcoming and full of life. He is the only person that can see through me like I'm transparent and my heart, black and dark and void of anything beautiful, is vulnerable again.

I wish I could talk to him. I'm just too shy and too weak and I couldn't look him in the eye even if it meant having a temporary escape from my twisted thoughts.

Because he could see how terribly broken I am, how much I long for his touch and comfort and company and love.

But no no no no.

If I talk to him, I could lose him.

Then again, how can I lose someone that isn't even mine?

But he can save me, he can save me from my misery. I just know he can.

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