Her
She grins like the devil, all teeth not caring about how it looks. Those are the times she looks most beautiful. At least in his eyes. When she throws her arms open singing at the top of her lungs on top of the rooftop underneath all the stars. When she’s in the sun and her eyes sparkle like the sun is shining down on the ocean.
Men see her and only see her body. That’s why they want her.
But he craves the innermost parts of her. The parts she keeps hidden, only for her. The parts she despises of herself. Her childishness, how deep her anger and want of vengeance goes, her big ever-loving heart, her loyalty to those she cannot speak of.
He loves it when dances while doing something, he especially loves it when she gets embarrassed so he can kiss her so close to her lips and then make an even bigger idiot of himself so she’ll laugh and call him a dork.
Her smile softens when she looks at him and he would die to have her look like that all the time. He would die if it meant her demons would die with him but the reality is that if he died her light and everything he loves about her would die with him.
