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If He Was Blind I Was Sightless
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I hated your friends but never quite as much as you did.
You always had that gorgeous smile on your face so that no one could ever tell. So that everyone saw you as the metallic other worldly creature that you always pretended to be.
But it always left me cold, did you hate me just as much as you hate them? Was I just another surface deep person who used you for my own selfish reasons?
But one day while we were stranded in the middle of no where trying to get to your sisters dance competition. You turned and you smiled at me, it was the first time I've ever seen you do so. It wasn't the pretty polite smile that you gave the world.
No this, this fucking smile, was all light and children's dreams. It was the kind of smile that made you want to laugh, too big, too wide for such a dainty boy. It made your eyes crinkle and showed how crooked you're bottom row of teeth were and it was beautiful because it was you.
And in that moment I saw the golden boy who cried glittering silver tears. I saw a boy who had fallen from the sky and chipped his halo.
And you weren't allowed back because you had scars.
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A.n: I actually really enjoy writing this. Please tell me what you think I love to hear your opinion.
-Kay
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Exiled|slash
Romance"Every time I think I have you pegged you do the unthinkable." "Haven't you heard a man who's never faced the sun finds home in shadows?" "I don't get it." "Exactly."
