He was lovely. The most beautiful creature you could ever imagine turned into human. It wasn't his looks or the presence of muscle in the right places, it was his heart. It was his kindness that drew me closer. How he would show temperance and patience in dying moments. It was his smile that got me weaker and how his eyes would gleam and just look beyond my soul. It was how he moved, how his actions, how his appearance get me all conscious. How he makes me aware of what I'm doing. He was our kindest soul in the bunch. He was careful because of his sensitivity. He was a bottle of joy, how he would make nonsense nothings turn into the joke of the day.
He had the saddest heart of all. Rumors and issues would cloud him and rip him apart until we were all affected. Until I was a part of this disease. It would matter to me even until the issue rested, it would affect me as it affected him. Ad it would die until he started acting like his old self. But it would haunt me in my subconscious.
But then again, he's lovely. Despite the tragedies, he would still be as lovely. His heart would still draw me closer until mine is beside his.