The Soft Fic

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Soft
That was the word
The word to describe... Him..
Tyler couldn't remember him too well, it had been a week or so since the party started. Since he met.... Him.

Soft seemed to be the perfect word for him. His soft hands, the feeling of the sky, his soft features on his face, the way he moved delicately, as if angels followed him. Soft was the way his hair was, wispy and fluffy and the perfect shade.

But who was soft? He wondered, as he wrote his name on the wall, in pink colored pencil for the seventh time. He didn't want it to fade. He wouldn't allow it to fade.
If it faded, that meant the party was over, and that night was a thing of the past.

Tyler had eaten, and actually took care of his health. He had gone to work, his day job as a barista. Tyler didn't have much money, barely able to afford the rent for the apartment. But he managed.

He sighed, as he set down the pink colored pencil. The 9 words tumbled down the wall in a ladder.
"Soft...soft...soft...soft..."

Who was soft? He had captured his own heart last night. Tyler was in love. Hell, he didn't even know his name.

Tyler was going to find out
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His fingers patiently glazed across the glowing keyboard on his phone. Brian. He was the one who had the party. The one who invited... Soft...

"Hey. Can I please come over? I need to talk." Send. The blue text bubble light radiated off the screen. It danced around the room, and in his mind. Soft...soft...soft.

The phone vibrated in his hand. Tyler snapped his eyes back down to the screen.

"Um..okay. Yeah you can over"
A smile faintly appeared on his face.
"Alright"