buritofucker69
"The air would smell like the cold night. I would run underneath the lights, with my breath choking for laughter. I would turn to him. Watch his eyes, and there would be no fear of future. His nose with hidden freckles and bent like a beak. He'd then look at me and smile. I'd get lost in it. Goosebumps would strike through my spine. And my mind, happy, dreaming of this day to come and to life, being faster than the wind, would expire. And I? I would smile back. "
This is a short story that's partened in 2 parts. It's written by my perspective of an obsession towards fictional characters, as I'm sure most of us have that problem.
(Boris Pavlikovsky is a character from the book 'The Goldfinch', so all rights to Donna Tartt for making such a beautiful character.)