he noticed her when he moved into his new apartment.
he was just a lanky kid who struck gold at a young age.
his apartment wasn't quite so special, but really it depends on who you ask.
she was quite pretty. but looked so damn tired.
she had purple bags under her eyes and chapped lips. there was an unlit cigarette that dangled between her pale lips. it teased him.
gerald longed to toss the cigarette aside, and gently kiss her lips. he wanted to run his thumbs over her bags, and hold her while she slept the purple away.
he was just too scared.
he watched her from afar, and blushed whenever she made eye contact with him. he would walk away, hands down his pockets, shoulders stiff.
he was too scared.
