I don’t wonder why he remains in my thoughts until this trench of night. He is the moonlight spread through the vast sea, and it’s hard to forget how he makes the empty ripples glow and glitter. His eyes…his eyes shine despite being tainted black, and even in the dark, his beauty resonates—that everything becomes bright.

I want to see him—clearly, under the bright sun where I can see every detail of his face. I want to know him, and know how much more beautiful he can be when he smiles.

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type: drabble

pain skater draft #1.