Sometimes, words fall out of me.There are certain things in life that I love. Always the little things, though, the whispered details.More Like This
Things like the glow I feel at the Gryphon Café, when I can realize that this place, among the artists and artisans, could be where I belong. Like the intricacy and freckles of people’s irises. The part of the song where my heart swells and my skin prickles and I know that I am alive. The dinginess of the laces and the rips in the rubber lining of my first pair of Chucks that mean they’ve been well-loved. There are things like the way I’ll drag myself through the week until whatever day just to see the next episode of whatever TV show my life revolves around now. The way I can know if it’s Mom or Dad who’s home first by the friendly clatter of keys and shoes that sounds like home. Things like swearing in German just because I can, and genuinely enjoying that one pair of socks for some vaguely nonexistent re
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You were walking down the snow covered sidewalk, swinging your arms as you headed home. It was winter in Canada; all you wanted to do was curl up next to a fire... Until you heard very soft sniff and what sounded like quiet sobs, making you freeze in your tracks. Yep, you could clearly hear it; it was from a little boy next to a large tree. He had chin-length hair with a strange curl that drooped from his blonde bangs; but he had a scared look on his adorable face and tears ran down from his light blue eyes, dripping onto his snow white teddy bear. Your heart broke at the sight and rushed towards the boy.
"Are you lost? Where are your parents?" You asked softly, kneeling down to his height. The child jumped at the sudden voice and looked at you with the most saddest expression.
"Pa-arents? W-where am I?" He spoke in a quiet voice as he hugged his bear closer, he seemed like he was an orphan.
You smiled warmly, "I'm (Name), what's your name?" "Matthew W-Williams..." "Well, Matthew, you