(A/N:) So, I really like this short little thing. It's sad, I think, but still enjoyable. 

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Evan's POV:

Blue-

I blinked my eyes open to see the blank white ceiling of my bedroom. I felt fingers tangle and play with my hair. Rolling over, I was met by the freckled face of my boyfriend. I stared deep into his eyes and he stared back, continuing to play lazily with my short black hair. I felt myself starting to slip, getting drawn into him.

Blue-

His eyes; a deep, rich shade of blue. They're pure and clear, piercing like a blade made of shimmering azure. When he's upset, his clear indigo orbs turn into a grey thunderstorm of brewing emotions.

He reached out, the sleeve of his favorite light blue hoodie brushing softly over my face. I smiled slightly, my cheeks heating up and becoming dusted with a light shade of pink. He gave me a tiny, tired and weak smile, the curve of his lips not really even reaching his eyes. I could tell that he was deep in thought. I continued to look into his eyes as if searching for the answers to his troubles. He stared right back.

Blue-

The color of his achingly slow beating heart. The feeling he gets whenever he looks at himself in the mirror or goes out into the public. He says he hates the way he looks and wants to change himself but there's nothing wrong with him. He's perfect to me. His beautiful, toothy smile, his soft and fluffy light brown hair, his loud and infectious laugh, his bubbly voice, his short yet incredibly cute stature, his perfectly balanced weight, his quirky sense of humor and his eyes; his beautiful bright blue eyes.

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(A/N:) another short little story. Lowkey af

Thanks for reading and have a great day! <3