Ethereal ✾ ||C.S||

I. Him

His eyes were green. The kind of green that made you think of fresh, wet leaves after the rain. His eyes screamed out his hurt, his sorrow, his sadness. Too young to be this hurt.
There was still a glimmer of hope in them, a slight ray, but it was something and it was there. One more heartbreak might rob him of that tiny glimmer. This is why he kept away. He was too scared to lose that one small ounce of hope he had left. That one ray of sunshine that promised a better tomorrow. It was too precious. His eyes were green. That strong dirty green that the ocean changes to during a raging storm. Green like pond scum, green like little buds of baby ferns. Soft like tidal waves foaming up onto the shore. Green like her favorite sweater that had been soaked in bubblegum scented fabric softener for too long and left out in the harsh sun.

His hair, a tangled mess of light brown milk chocolate thick locks.
Soft to the touch, almost molten. Shiny glossy on the eyes. His hair, dark, dirty and damp with hair gel. So thick and lustrous, she wanted to run her fingers through them every time she saw him walk into the room with his earbuds plugged in, not giving the slightest fuck about anyone or anything present there. He made a statement. A statement that was sharp and crystal clear. He was rugged, rough but most importantly, he was pure. If straight forwardness were to have a face, it would be his. He had no filter between his mind and his lips. His lips that sent her mind in a sensual state of strong intoxication.
Pale pastel pink. His top lip was thin, it had a natural Cupid's bow but his lower lip was more plump, they were just right. They had a little tint of purple to them due to his constant smoking. It gave his lips character of some sort. Unique and rare. How she dreamed of his perfect lips against her own, in sync, in motion, in action.

His strong chiselled jawline. So prominent. Defined to perfect attractiveness. His peach naked firm collarbone, how it tempted her to cover it with plum colored hickeys. His body was a masterpiece. Sculpted by God himself. He was ripped to his very core, but in a very soft tone. Not too much, not too little, just perfect.

His smile, his contagious smile causing his beautiful eyes to squint, causing the corners of his lips to slide upwards, causing his adorable dimples to crinkle up, causing his perfectly aligned pearl white teeth to show. His smile warmed her soul. His sexy, husky morning voice that made her feel weak.
His voice, smoky and hypnotic.
His bare existence was art.

His smile.
His eyes.
His voice.
His laugh.
His warmth.
Him.

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umm hey guys just finished my first chapter. hope you like it as much as i do.
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