His eyes were soft and compassionate with just a hint of caring. The color of milk chocolate swirled into two perfect orbs that could make any girl's (or guy's) heart melt. Whenever he laughed, a little light shined in his eyes, like Peter Pan's second star to the right, a passageway to some secret and magical land. They were the kind of eyes that contact lens makers tried to mimic in their product, but never seemed to grasp.
His hair was soft to the touch and fell in thick brown locks down to his ears, a few falling gently onto his face. It smelled of strawberries picked fresh from the farm and every time a breeze swept through it or he ran his fingers through his hair, a fresh wave of berry scented sweetness was released into the air.
He had a face like a cherub, but more manly. Round cheeks that any aunt would love to pinch and a chin that was small, but not too small. His face looked smooth, like a toddler's.
Black slacks held up by a black leather belt were his pants of choice. He had a light blue shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing arms that sprouted hair like any full grown male.
But now he sat defeated. Shoulders slumped, head held up by his folded hands that rested against his forehead. A sob escaped from between his pink lips, and tears poured from his eyes, drowning the light.
A/N: Written for a College Composition assignment. We were supposed to write objective character descriptions. I got a 75 because mine was too "subjective". In case you can't tell, it's Wilson just after Amber died (hence the sobbing and crying).
