Just a short paragraph I wrote the other day.
He absolutely hated school, what was the point of subjecting himself to the eyes of everyone else? I didn’t think anyone else deserved to look at him, the uninhibited, terrified new born ferret that he was. I couldn’t help but melt when he’d do something like sneeze or hiccup, his adorable nose would scrunch up like a piece of paper I could imagine him crushing because the art he put on it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. His cemetery fog colored eyes made me lost, I didn’t have to think and I loved them for it. His petal soft forearms… I never knew if I felt more pain, confusion, understanding, rage, wonder, or intrigue when my fingers would graze pencil lead thin lines raised from his skin. I couldn’t help but stare, I’d blink like hummingbird wings, trying to realize that I wasn’t looking at my own arms. He’d hastily try to cover them like a dog hiding from a bath, but I didn’t care. It meant we had more in common than I thought. I’d considered taking him hiking, but I’d lose him in the trees, the forest would claim him because he was so beautiful they’d think he was a faerie.