His lips were a soft shade of pink, but with the clear stains of purple and bruising. The bags under his eyes did not leave, nor did the sick and seemingly always tired look in his skin. The soft oversized cotton sweater hugged his body, it was all he ever wore. With only bruised knuckles and cold fingers peeking out, almost hiding.
His toes were still cold under his almost knee-high socks, the rest of his legs left out in the open. Even his knees were red and purple and green, that were brought out against his pale white skin. The soft silk-like fur of a animal brushing against him. He could hear the drops of the skies sadness against his window, as if they were pleading to not be alone.
The buzz and ding of friends from his phone made him feel safer and warmer. The voice and laugh made him feel at piece, especially when the soft chuckle hit his ears curiously. His heart flooded with emotions, each one different for him. He was easily prone to the dark entity of jealousy and envy, along with the one that liked to roam in his mind without consent. Only the clutch of his phone eased him and his entities. Especially around others that just seamed like an entity with more eyes, just to follow and stare and mock around. If only the touch of a hand pressed against his could be available whenever the entity appeared. Or a body against his, with the touch of saying "It's okay, you're gonna be okay. I'm right here." Where the entity slept and rested for a while before roaming once again.
The sick eyes were tired, heavy and wanting to close as his fingertips presses against the letters. He didn't want to risk the light of day today, so he kept his eyes open while the thought of sleep and it's seemingly flavorless feel overwhelmed him. He paused every now and then to stay awake. His thoughts were never gathered, just rearranged differently so he could reach them. His bones ached as his ears yearned for that voice- or any voice.
The visuals of the thought soothed him, the softness and blue of it. His eyes closed for the shortest moment, as if to test out the waters. The flavorless started to seep in, until he filled the large crack for just a moment. Trying to find an alternative. He knew his bones would ache once more if he kept it like this. But perhaps that was a good thing. He hoped it wouldn't seep in- or the rare entity that now haunted his chest, and came out from the pit of it. The heavy ache-like feeling it liked to cause within him, when his mind wondered into places it shouldn't be.
