To Bloom - [OC] - QB

To Bloom


Sometimes it hurts to look, never touching.


An alluring beauty gently unfolding before me, perfect in his stillness, a quiet promise of what could be. 


A radiant soul, that yearned for the open air, the kiss of sunlight, a world too vast and bountiful for my hands to hold.

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