you never talked about them, your parents. it took me the longest time to realize why.
they were dead to you since they disowned you. i remember seeing the scars your mother imbeded on your porcelain skin our first night together and kissing them, insisting that they were perfect. while you remained straight faced, a blush not even forming onto your cheeks.
you never blushed.
but i did, alot.
yet you never seemed to take notice, now I know why. i know alot of things about you now. like why you hate the sun, like how you always said your dream to be a pilot was just a dream. like how your clothes never matched. like how your painting's never had the right shades.
everything about you was always impeferct. maybe that's why you intrigued me, because i am too.
wyatt.
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
