Cigarette Smoke



He loved her eyes. 


They were as blue as the ocean and everytime he looked at her, he would drown in them. The crinkles around her eyes became visible as soon as she started to laugh. Her laugh is like the perfect melody, which would stuck in his head just like every song of freaking N-Sync. He really liked her freckles too. She hated them. She thought those tiny, golden brown dots on her skin made her ugly.  But to him they were like stardust on her nose and cheeks.  He thought it was something that made her special. 


And every night when he went to sleep, he hoped that she would stop popping up in his dreams. Because if she did, he would lay awake for the rest of the night, thinking of how it would feel if she slept peacefully on his chest.

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