3 Tasks, 30 Days

I thought he was a goner.

But my thoughts were wrong, his soul wasn't. His soul wasn't vague at all. It was palpable.

The touch of his cold-lifeless body and the aroma of mint was filling up the atmosphere. The pale pigmentation of his skin and his raspy voice drove me surprisingly insane.

Why?

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For a guy who merely talks, for a guy who gives distance from others, he's one hell of a person.

I met him in a crashing plane from Paris to California. He's a hero actually. He saved my life.

It changed my perspectives of him, partly everyone too. I was merely pessimistic about the littlest normal things. The fears and doubts of closely losing my life is always flashing through my mind but the thought of knowing he's always there for me, changed everything.