When I was twelve, I love to go to amusement park for some Ferris wheel riding, cold drinks, or cotton candies with my cousin and/or my parents. It was the beginning of my adolescence when I saw him; a gorgeous twenties man sat on the grass with a coke can in his fist. I was so speechless; he was so, so, so gorgeous. No, gorgeous is such an understatement; he was so stunningly handsome. I sat next to him with my girl cousin and a cotton candy in my right hand. The distance was close enough to glance at him, but far enough not to get caught. That would be so embarrassing.
He wore a black Depeche Mode T-Shirt, black skinny jeans, and ankle-covering cobalt blue converse. His hair was brunette and glossy; apparently it was unnaturally beautiful but I didn’t care. His eyes were gleaming in amusement park colorful light. And those eyes were… chocolaty brown, I guess. I thought it was contact lenses or soft lenses, but in the same time, I concluded those were his natural eyes; with nothing on it. His nose is pointed and apparently he’s pretty tall. As a white neon light flickered behind our back, I could see his ivory skin and perfect naturally beautiful nails. He never wore any nail polish. He hooked no earrings to his ears. He is such the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen at that time.
I enjoying witnessed him too much until he got up from the place he sat and walked toward a raven haired boy whose greeted him firstly and saluted him casually. His voice was so… unexplainable. So gentle, yet casual. Too hard to explain, like describing the taste of water. Then he went to a food court with his buddy. He laughed at something his friend said after a few walks to the food court.
I would never forget that snicker sound.
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