Faded

White shirt. White smile. Black hair. Black soul.

Sitting there like an angel at night, the stars are shining on his skin. The skin of a angel as pale as marble. Cold as marble. Like his beating black heart. With every beat the whole invisible ground shakes. The terror in his eyes grows as the night gets darker. The stars are vanishing from the sky like they've never been there. 

The ground is breaking and everything gets diminished. His white smile fades. His black hair fades. 

His pale skin darkens. 

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