she watched him, the boy who seemed like an open book but was really a myriad of mysteries, and saw the fire in his eyes. she saw how he kept it inside most times, but had let it slip through when he thought no one was watching. she saw the fire of determination ignite and burn bright; she saw the flames of hurt flicker and fade before he shut himself out again and put on his mask, put on his smile.
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Searching the Stars // ✔
Contotwo people, each their own mystery. each their own vault of secrets and emotions. each broken in different ways, but broken nonetheless. will their broken pieces fix them or break them even further? // lowercase is for aesthetic purposes // cover by...
