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You met him on an autumn day. It was Halloween, and you were in front of the mirror in your room, getting ready for this hallowed dance, in which everyone pretended to be what they weren’t. But wasn’t it the basic principle of living? You shook your head, and pulled your torn baggy pants up. That kind of thought is too deep for 5pm. You smiled to what seemed to be an Asylum patient with quite messy hair. Your eyes flickered with mischievous sparks. Straightjacket on, you struggled on the inside, and with your exploded hairdo you looked like a stoner. You headed downstairs in the living room, hoping to find your parents, but no one awaited you there. With a heavy heart and heavy steps, you opened the door, and left what you thought was a haunted mansion. It was still dusk when you stepped out of your house. Your mask was on, the show was starting. Some kids shrieked at the sight of you. This was going to be a good night, you thought with a grin. Even though it was a small village far from the city, you liked its tranquility and peacefulness. The smell of the air before the night falling like a curtain, the touch of the grass on your naked skin, simple pleasures of life. You noticed a faint figure on a small hill. The shape stood motionless for a moment until it abruptly fell on the ground. You ran as fast as someone could in a straightjacket. When you arrived, what you saw was a strange sight. The comatosed person was a young man of around 20 years old. His pale complexion shot at you like a thousand lights, and his hair were of the darkest black. His costume seemed from the Nordic area, and his armor, finely detailed, bore hints of black leather and green cloth underneath.
You got to your knees and slapped his pale cheek hidden by a forest of jet black hair.
His eyes shot open, at first shocked, but then softened. Made of the purest blue you had ever seen, his orbits stared back at you, pupils dilated. You felt yourself sink into this mesmerizing ocean. When you came back to your senses, you managed to say a few words.

“A...aare you okay?”

Shortly after, you felt stupid for asking; his lower lip was split with a bleeding cut, his face offered home to other numerous injuries, and his clothes were torn in various places, some places you were too ashamed to look at.

“What strange garments ...”

Those were his last words before passing out for a second time.
Well you couldn’t just leave him there. The question was how you were going to carry him all the way to your house. You didn’t have the answer just yet but meanwhile you were experimenting different theories. You carefully slid your hands under his arms, trying to lift him but to no avail. Instead, you chose to drag him along the grass until you reached your “oh so far” home. You could feel his muscles under the thin cloth, and the delicate touch of his hair, brushing against your arms. You thought to yourself that he had the allure of a god.

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You met him on an autumn day. It was Halloween, and you were in front of the mirror in your room, getting ready for this hallowed dance, in which everyone pretended to be what they weren’t. But wasn’t it the basic principle of living? You shook your head, and pulled your torn baggy pants up. That kind of thought is too deep for 5pm. You smiled to what seemed to be an Asylum patient with quite messy hair. Your eyes flickered with mischievous sparks. Straightjacket on, you struggled on the inside, and with your exploded hairdo you looked like a stoner. You headed downstairs in the living room, hoping to find your parents, but no one awaited you there. With a heavy heart and heavy steps, you opened the door, and left what you thought was a haunted mansion. It was still dusk when you stepped out of your house. Your mask was on, the show was starting. Some kids shrieked at the sight of you. This was going to be a good night, you thought with a grin. Even though it was a small village far from the city, you liked its tranquility and peacefulness. The smell of the air before the night falling like a curtain, the touch of the grass on your naked skin, simple pleasures of life. You noticed a faint figure on a small hill. The shape stood motionless for a moment until it abruptly fell on the ground. You ran as fast as someone could in a straightjacket. When you arrived, what you saw was a strange sight. The comatosed person was a young man of around 20 years old. His pale complexion shot at you like a thousand lights, and his hair were of the darkest black. His costume seemed from the Nordic area, and his armor, finely detailed, bore hints of black leather and green cloth underneath.
You got to your knees and slapped his pale cheek hidden by a forest of jet black hair.
His eyes shot open, at first shocked, but then softened. Made of the purest blue you had ever seen, his orbits stared back at you, pupils dilated. You felt yourself sink into this mesmerizing ocean. When you came back to your senses, you managed to say a few words.

“A...aare you okay?”

Shortly after, you felt stupid for asking; his lower lip was split with a bleeding cut, his face offered home to other numerous injuries, and his clothes were torn in various places, some places you were too ashamed to look at.

“What strange garments ...”

Those were his last words before passing out for a second time.
Well you couldn’t just leave him there. The question was how you were going to carry him all the way to your house. You didn’t have the answer just yet but meanwhile you were experimenting different theories. You carefully slid your hands under his arms, trying to lift him but to no avail. Instead, you chose to drag him along the grass until you reached your “oh so far” home. You could feel his muscles under the thin cloth, and the delicate touch of his hair, brushing against your arms. You thought to yourself that he had the allure of a god.