paper ball. river phoenix
a story about the boy who's window sat right across from hers. never heard his voice, only seen his smile, and ocean eyes. he was such a sweetheart. always sending her messages the best way he could. but he stayed quiet. he never spoke and neither did she. everything seemed perfect, however.
but the first time she actually touched him it wasn't magic like she wanted it to be. she was holding him while he cried. the first time she heard his voice it wasn't him finally speaking his sweet messages, it was helpless whimpers for his mother. it was the first time for a lot of things.