Hi everyone! This is a story I wrote quite some time ago (during winter) , so it's a little old but this one is from a boy's perspective because it was inspired by some guy friends of mine. It was quite hard to write from a guy's point of view for the first time , but I tried..enjoy! :)
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There he was lying on the grass by the bridge. He laid there on his backpack that was slowly crunching away under his big head so he had decided to use his arms for support.
There he was...
"How did I end up here?" He asked himself out loud, in a slightly sad voice. He spoke the words delicately, just as his heart was at the moment. One wrong step and the ice would break.
He opened his eyes to a man much older than himself. He followed the slow foot steps of the man that fascinated his vision. Tall, dark and handsome , a teenage girl would say. But he was no teenage girl fangirling over some good-looking fella , he was a 18 year old man, yes a man. That's what he'd been convincing himself from the moment he blew his last candle away on the 24th of June.
The tall silouette had dark raven hair that reached up to his ears. He noticed some cuts on the back of his head. "Must've been a bad barber", he thought. Light skintone with dark brown eyes that almost resembled his hair. Somewhere along the lines he thought he'd been looking at his own reflection. But that seemed impossible to him since the man was much prettier than himself. The 18 year old boy wasn't confident about his looks. He had failed to even notice the huge age difference between them.
The good-looking man walked up to him. He didnt say a word, he just sat down next to the 18 year old boy. After a minute of silence, the man finally spoke : "It's green, isn't it?
"The grass on my side."
- It was the 23rd of January-
"What?" The boy asked again. The man was silent again for a minute or two. The boy had a very confused look on his face, but the man didn't care about it at all, because he knew he would understand it someday.
~ Mita ~