I look at his eyes, god, it was like the color of the earth itself, kissed by the spring rains. There was this hue that promised to stir life from coffee seeds
And his hair was like ageing whiskey, or the color of fallen leaves that have become browned and sleek. A tint every now and then would play with the light, as if it was playing with the sun the resembled a jar of honey. Everything about him was beautiful.
My eyes made there way to his skin. It was as if he had spent a couple summer days in the heat of the summer as he worked for a fellow neighbor. but only just a few days.
I sit next to him and smile weakly. I had been avoiding him for the past few days.
Okay hi!
So I know this chapter was short
(shhh.. more will come)
YOU ARE READING
him
Fanfictionwhat if your dreams.. were reality? - (NOT BETA READ. SPELLING MISTAKE FOR DAYS PROBABLY.) (unfinished. forever)
