The one now currently standing out like a goddamn beacon in a crowded room with shorn hair that practically glows in the shadows pressing up around him—hair that’s been styled away from his face, rather than brushed forward to hide it—a thin long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his forearms that molds perfectly to his narrow frame, and black skinny jeans… Those doubts are gone. They’re dust. As if they were never even fucking there to begin with. Because those eyes… Those warm amber eyes widening at my fast approach. I’d recognize this boy anywhere.
