He sat in a wheelchair though you could tell he was extremely tall.
He had long Blonde hair and thick green glasses and bandages on his knees.
He had an angels' face. Like a really dorky angel.
His grandma told me there were ancient poems about him from before jesus was born.
"He smelled like God and tasted like peaches. To take a bite of him and put him in the cupboard. He was vanilla and cream."
I remember stealing something from him and when I gave it back he didnt need his wheelchair anymore.
I remember after that he had a different haircut every time I looked at him.
I remember standing on my toes to hug him and how it felt otherworldly to hold him.
I remember finding a bathroom to cry about his shoulders.
I remember waking up and missing him.
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Lovebug
Mystery / ThrillerLovebug is compulsive. Lovebug is simple. Lovebug is mind numbingly bored. (I abandoned this story and don't care for it very much but I think it's still worth a read)
