The first thing that stood out to me we're has eyes. Sapphires. Glistening in the subtle light. Perfect as cut diamond with many angles and faces all allowing the lunar luminance to refract and reflect in this odd place. His hair was a light chestnut. Flicked back in gentle fluffy waves and peaks like buttercream. It appeared somewhat rushed however. His cheeks were clear and perfectly sculpted as if chiselled by michelangelo himself. Soft ruby roses bloomed in them like in an English garden on a dewy spring day this one. His jaw was like cut glass. He had one of those knowing smiles with a quality and love in it, that you may come across once or twice in your life. His lips were parted lightly and seemed somewhat poised with worry perhaps. What could he possibly be worried about?
He wore a soft yellow polo shirt with short sleeves and an inky black hemming with the top button undone. His broad shoulders filled it out so well. It had a stitched mark upon the breast. A laurel wreath perhaps? It was well defined in black cotton and gone over many times. He had a pair of blue washed jeans on which fit very well. Too well. They were unmarked and clean and well pressed. Upon his feet, a pair of white trainers. Quite clean, though obviously worn frequently. He was fairly tall. Taller than me. We he saw me look at him he closed his almond eyes a little and turned away. Why? How could something so perfect by shy? His hands looked rather rough and sported a few thin cuts in places. They too were pale milky white though not as pale as me. His nails were tidy and neat, he'd clearly made an effort.
He was obviously filled with grief, though he wore it so well.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Shadows
RandomWelcome to a world where nothing is what it seems. From now on question everything; trust nothing you read, feel or know. The pages just might be deceiving you. Watch your eyes. You might just get lost between the lines.
