To describe him with words would be an atrocity. Between the snow and the cloudy sky, among the dots of humanity in his vision, it was he who was most endless. His eyes. His eyes were a hazel colour, subtly shifting from green to light brown to gold. Beautiful? Stunning? Were there words to describe such a pair of wonderous colours? Every aspect of him was flawless in a way that it shouldn't have been. His wavy jet black hair glimmering in the dark meager world and his eyes that lit the world up.
"Paul? Is that your name? I'm Kazi. Are you afraid of trains maybe?"
Looking up at him was mesmerizing. His smile was so warm it melted the chill running down his back. A dimple on his right cheek. A slight tilt of his head, innocent and beaming.
Paul answered before he could stop himself, "I-I've never been on one…"
