"What's your favourite colour?" I asked as I dangled off my bed, finding comfort in his distant presence.

"Aqua green," he said after minutes of thought.

I lifted my head to look up at him and met his shadowed eyes. "That's strange..."

He looked at me with a tilted head, silently questioning me why.

I smiled at him, big and wide. "It's my favourite too."

He giggled at that and shook his head. "Liar."

I huffed and crossed my arms before poking my tongue out at him. It made him giggle more.

I stared at him, the boy in the mirror. Awestruck. He did that to me often, made me wide-eyed and breathless. His smile, his laugh and his beauty was breath taking. He was a broken porcelain doll. I wanted to hold him in my arms at times. But...

But he seemed too far to reach.