[ a story about two boys, love, loss, friendship and all the messy in-betweens, through the eyes of one of them ]
As peculiar as what he said might have seemed, it drove Golden Boy absolutely mad with want. Because it was him, it was Starry Eyes.
Starry Eyes, who's words were poetry.
Starry Eyes, who embodied beauty.
Starry Eyes, who's presence was light.
Starry Eyes, who's love was healing.
~ In honour of wattpride and pride month ~
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