"He smelled like old books and a worn leather jacket. He had a smile that lit up the dark like headlights cutting through an inky black night. His idea of fun was midnight rendezvous in abandoned buildings. He had hands that were calloused from countless adventures. Tired eyes that have seen the sunrise and then the sky burnt orange. The boy had a knack for hooking girls and boys a like with a wink,a word and a smile. They fell for his torture soul getup and lazy beauty. I hate to say it,but I wasn't immune either. His voice like rain,it surrounded every inch of me and washed away the tiny imperfections of my monochrome world. He told me i was his heartbeat.
I told him he was my Northern Star."
