Althea's pov
His soft hair perfectly fell in front of his face. His sweet dull eyes glistened as he talked to his friends during lunch.
The way he just listened carefully to whoever spoke made my heart warm. He truly does care about his friends as if they were his brothers.
But my thoughts kept going back to him.
His smile, that could probably cure cancer.
His laugh, that never failed to make me smile.
His kindness, that a lot of people were thankful for.
His whole well-being just makes me think of him as an angel.
He's perfect.
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desperate + pjm
Short Story❝ It's okay, you don't have to love me. ❞ + completed + © to the artist for the image used
