But then something happened to his face, something that two seconds before, I would’ve believed had never happened to him. He smiled. And it wasn’t cold or distant. It was warm and welcoming, and in that moment, I knew that everything would be alright.
He had a way with people like that. He’d look in someone’s direction, and, without even knowing the problem, he’d reassure them that everything would be ok. When he entered a room, the mood changed. People’s spirits lifted, and I guess I liked that about him.
I was head over heels. A hopeless romantic, always was, I blame my Mam for that. Always with my head in a book, whether it be about a young soldier off to war, or brave heroes fighting the world together, as long as it had a happy ending. Happy endings were important to me, back then. Back when I believed in them. Back when I was young. Innocent. Oblivious.
But you see, all of this was before that summer started. Before IT happened. Before I met him.
This is just something random that I’ve thought of, and have been tweaking with to try make sense. I hope to develop this in the future, to find out who this mysterious boy my head has conjured is, and what that IT is🤔😂
PS. Those ‘brave heroes fighting the world together’ are based on the characters in ‘Percy Jackson’, ‘Heroes of Olympus’, and ‘Trials of Apollo’ by Rick Riordan😂 (some of my favourite series♥️)
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