At first glance his positivity glistens, but look into his eyes. They are a icy portal to his sadness and sorrow. He can smile and laugh trying to hide it. All lies his happiness can't reach his true blue eyes. Carrying deep darkness. He is a wild wolf. His hair can't be tamed for long. Much like his emotions, soon it'll be set free. I blink and he disappears into the dancing shadows. Oh well, if I try I can find him again. He is unforgettable like a wolf's howl to the moon. His eyes were his best feature; deep, green-blue, and showing his inner pain.
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Short Stories and Stories In General
RandomShort stories that give me a reason to write instead of being productive with my life.
