He has fair skin, so fair that you can see a few veins on the delicate skin around his eyes. and he has dark brown, wavy, messy hair. His sad eyes are big and dark blue with dark circles underneath.
They think he’s weird because he likes to play made up songs on the piano in the middle of the night. they think he’s weird because he keeps flowers, even after they’re dried up and dead. because he wears striped shirts all the time. because he always drinks tea and reads books about the holocaust and about ships that sink in the ocean. they think he’s weird because he put on roller skates and pushed me in a wheelchair down the street when we were bored. they think he’s weird because he’s always walking in the forest by himself, and he always goes out when it’s raining. but i don’t think he’s weird. I just see a boy with a big personality who wants to have fun.

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