A/N: This is a 105 word drabble.
Once upon a time, I loved a boy. He was my world, with those freckles and that nose that crinkled when he laughed. Those eyes, those bright green eyes that lit up whenever he saw me. Whenever he was happy. He once told me that my own shined like stars. I never believed him. Grey eyes can’t shine. I knew that mine were dull in comparison, I was dull in comparison to him. And so I gave him up, thinking that he could do so much better. And now, as I sit at his grave, I wish that I had kept him. If only.
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Teen Fiction❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
