•W I L D•

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I looked up at the shimmering moon, laughing bitterly to myself. The moon.
It matched the glimmer in his eyes.
Clenching my eyes shut tightly, I turn away, and face my cereal in a stainless steel bowl. The moonlight simply made the steel shine brighter.
Still silver.
I stared at my cornflakes, which looked sad and drenched in milk. Milky white.
Like his skin.
Beautifully pale with a cute birthmark under his eye.
I shifted my attention to the blue flowers living in the little dirt patch right by the red roses.
Blue like his eyes.
The gorgeous azure of his eyes never failed to look alive.
Desperate to get him out of my head, I focused my eyes at the thin daisies that sat near my feet.
Thin, just like him.
He is so thin, it's actually adorable. Also, he won't stop eating extreme amounts of ice cream.
Get him out of my head.
I blinked at my jeans, tears falling every time my eyes shut.
Skinny jeans is what he would always wear.
The way the denim hugged his thin legs were always magic and, well, sexy.
Goddammit, Connor Franta.
Maybe if I stared longer at the pink hibiscus flowers, I wouldn't think about him right?
Pink, like the blush on his cheeks whenever I told him how much he meant to me.
Stop, Connor Joel Franta.
You would think that the green grass would distract me from him right?
Oh, the emerald streaks that swirl in his eyes from time to time.
What about the cat poop that Pre left on the weeds?
His silky brown hair never failed to cheer me up.
I used to brush my fingers in them, and twirl a strand around my finger until he slapped my hand away playfully.
I can't win.
Fuck, you're driving me wild, Troye Sivan Mellet.

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