Colliding Stars

︱Short Story︱I can't exactly tell you he was a type of boy your mother would approve of, because he was the exact opposite. He was all rugged with tattoos covering his arms and neck, intricately and geometrically. His physical appearance itself, spoke in loud volumes. He was your distinctive pierced, fohawk trimmed, bad boy stereotypical. And somehow, that did not alarm me in the least...considering his eyes showcased a different story.

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Music: Pull Me Down by Mikky Ekko