PAPER PLANES - TRACOB

ONE ; SWEET BOY

jacob looked at his open window, the cold air making the paper sheets on his desk dance together.

it was late this night, he wasn't sure of the hour, but he knew he was sitting on the floor of his room and he was supposed to be sleeping.

but he couldn't yet, not when his brain was where so many thoughts took place.

he went on his tiny balcony, the fresh air hitting the delicate skin his arms making him shiver despite his strong figure, and looked at the ground.

a black cat passed, or maybe was it black because it was the night, and jacob felt something rolling down his back.

a paper airplane was on the furry carpet behind him and he was pretty sure it wasn't before.

he squatted and took the piece of creased paper in his large hands to open it.

words were written on it with a pretty handwriting and purple ink.

sweet boy,
why is the forest of your eyes always so dark at night ?

jacob looked up to see nothing different, no one was currently looking at him, and he couldn't actually see who sent him this.

but he knew their handwriting was pretty, curvy and small and they seemed to be good with words.