his lightly colored, sloppy brown hair caught my attention first. the wind would toss his hair around, loosening the curls before they'd spring back up. he'd flatten his hair down, a useless act, for the wind was faster than he. in moments, his hair would be blown around, his laughter bursting from behind the mess of hair. i wonder, how soft really is that hair of his? that hair that reminds me of roasted hazelnuts and luscious chocolate.
// Lillianna Payton //
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caffeine?
Teen Fictionthey were like my daily cup of coffee... perfect, sweet and an essential part of my day. // Completed //
