thigh highs // phan

one

there was a boy.

a beautiful boy.

so beautiful it was hard to not stare.

but he wasn't just any boy.

he was a boy, who liked things most of the boys at school didn't.

this boy loved sitting underneath the cherry blossom trees, reading poetry, while drinking white roseberry tea.

this boy also loved to collect all sorts of lost things like pixies.

people don't know about those little things though, they take one look and judge him.

why?

well, it's because he wears thigh highs like the girls do.

-p.l.