It was like slow motion when he walked past me.
He was almost a natural pretty. Well, if it wasn't that he was a little too tall, his arms and legs a little too long, his teeth a little too sharp, his ears a little too pointed, his forehead a little too high, his midnight hair just a little too dark, his body just a little too thin, the angles in his face just a little too sharp, his eyes just a little too slanted, his pupils just a little too misshapen. But despite all that…
He was perfect.
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My breath caught in my throat when I saw him.
I would have mistaken him for a pretty if he wasn't just a little too muscled, his nose just a little too long, his ears a little too big, his shoulders a little too wide, his gait a little too unbalanced, his skin a little too pale, his face a little too scared, his body a little too hunched, his eyes a little too blue. But despite all that…
He was beautiful.
Ok, so I wrote this yesterday on my way home from my softball game (we won :D) and I really like it
(Late) disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or the Uglies series.