He'd love - I repeat: L O V E - to have me painting his nails.
Toxic masculinity, who?
But my favorite colour on him was blue.
Blue was my personal happy-colour. The sky was blue and so were the walls in my old room at home. I missed home alot. I never told him that, but I guess he still somehow knew that.
Anyways for these reasons blue was my favorite colour.
...after the colour of his eyes.
And while painting his nails blue and being so close to his beautiful eyes, in some sort of way I forgot my desire to vomit.
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RomanceIn which a boys' job is to keep me busy after eating. W A R N I N G eating disorder and sad stuff happening
