How to describe them? Their hair, black-brown as dark, bitter coffee, but beautiful and shines like jewels all the same. It’s never misshapen or greasy, no matter how they cut it or how long they go without giving it a wash. Then their eyes, a radioactive sort of green, which are made to seem brighter against their black mane. Their personality is just as dull as their eyes- not one bit, rather more brilliant than the sun. Anything that comes out of their mouth is intriguing and thoughtful. There’s meaning behind all their words.

 They’re magnetic, somehow, and I never understood why, why everyone is pulled towards perfect people. Where are their flaws, imperfections, that are supposed to make me beautiful as I’ve always been told?