It was tantalizing.
The blonde that is. No one else would compare to the pure light that shone through him, despite how hard he tried to conceal it. He couldn't always keep up the stoic appearance. It was all a mask – or at least that's what it seemed to be. It was one I knew I could crack; it would only take a few well place words, actions, things of the sort.
But he was so distant.
No one ever got near him. He would shy away from a simple sweep of the shoulders, and then proceed to make his sudden apprehension appear as nothing more than the first step towards the exit. It even made me hurt. Just seeing how segregated he seems. All he needs is someone to be there.
And that someone needs to be me.
