Closer now, I can see his eyes are a light blue, reminiscent of a summer day devoid of clouds. Bright. Happy. Nothing like today’s overcast sky, a day almost filtered in sepia from all the falling leaves. Faint freckles dot the bridge of his nose while the nose itself sits slightly crooked, like maybe he’s been punched once or twice in his life. A small, faded scar adorns his upper lip, probably confirming my theory. But aside from that, his cheeks are smooth-shaven, and that little crease beside his mouth is just how I remember it. Handsome. Like he’s on the edge of a laugh.
THIS
