Day 4
His name was Silas.
His name was what I had always liked the most about him.
Silas suited the way he looked, and the way he moved. Silas was the way he always was and always would be. I believe that people are always meant for a name, it is not a label; a name is a title.
The name of a book represents it's story within. The narrative and title are inter-woven into a beautifully masterful work of words- one always exists better with the other. It is the same way with a name.
I told him that once.
He didn't laugh, he just... kind of smiled with his eyes.
I can't tell if it it was admiration or amusement.
Probably the latter.
Authors Note:
What do you think of the name Silas? I may change it, you will be hearing it a lot from this point on.
YOU ARE READING
Nicotine Hearts || (In Editing)
Teen Fiction"I love you." I kind of just waited for a reaction. For a mutual response or shock and a frown, but that wasn't what I got. He actually, didn't look that fazed at all. He just smiled like he already knew. Somehow, that hurt much more. - Aspyn Nylon...
