I didn’t like her freckles because they were cute. I liked them because they were hers, and I liked every single thing about her, and in fact I’d spent two days straight thinking of only her, and oh god, I had never felt less prepared to continue existing, because the framing of my entire world had changed in a millisecond. She was so delicate, so precious and fragile, and I was the one holding her, not knowing exactly how much care I needed to take until it was too late.
