As I remember him now after a couple of seconds of thinking about him as an adult, he always turns back into a fairytale boy he once was. Like one of those cute animated characters that have smooth skin and hair, that with some help of reflexes turns into leaves of a sunflower in the summer and spiky pieces of ice in the winter. He had big brown eyes. They looked very much alike to a huge forest full of creatures small or big but still mostly kind and wise.
He was never flawless. He had enough of them. But his good side was too bright for people to pear through the light to find his jealousy, anger and hurt bottled up inside and put on a shelf next to other bottles, smaller ones but still full.
He is engraved in my memory as a little boy standing in the middle of a sunny field with flowers in his short bright hair and a butterfly on his small nose, with his thin lips in the unmistakable soft smile only he had, that as the time went by, faded away.
That moment his little body seemed as fragile as a wispy twig.
And the sun made his skin golden.
He became a beam of light himself so that people close to him or just strangers would never drown in the darkness...
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Bright as a flower
RandomA short description of an imaginary boy I was assigned to do for my eng class... and fortunately, I did not have to embarrass myself by reading it aloud. English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for the mistakes...
