modere's hair has now grown to cover up most of his face. like an ivy curtain, his hair falls in a mess of curls.
modere doesn't know this, but i love it.
i play with it whenever he's asleep. sometimes i move his hair and uncover his face. i tickle his hidden cheekbones, and caress his jawline, i poke his nose and trace his eyebrows.
i've traced his face so much that I've memorized it. his face and it's grooves and curves, my fingers gliding over it like braille.
modere says that he wants to cut his hair.
"why?" i twirl a curly lock between my thumb and forefinger.
"because it's hindering my vision!" modere smiles one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but laugh too.
"stop it, that's not funny," i choke out between laughs.
"but you're laughing too!" modere swats my hand away from his hair. "and it's going to get warmer soon. i don't want my head to be hot."
"but it's cute,"
modere bumps his head against mine, his hair falling on my face. one of his curls tickles my nose.
i kiss his nose. "nerd,"
"nerdette," modere kisses my cheek. "fine. i'll keep my hair long for now since it's still kinda cool outside. but don't let me look like a fool. i want my hair nice and clean. smelling fresh."
i tap his face. "too late," laughing i jump off the couch and head to his front door. "bye!"
modere jumps up to follow me.
"where ya headed?"
"to the park. it's a lovely day, why waste it inside?"
"mind if we join?" modere grabs moose who has woken up and bounded towards the door.
"lets go," i lead our group outside.
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broken eyes
Kurzgeschichten"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
