Ethereal. He looked breathtakingly beautiful every time he smiled, running towards me. Almost as if his smile and whole being was meant to be hung on the white walls, framed, for everyone to see. He was a masterpiece; though cannot be compared to one. He was a masterpiece that was meant to be remembered by everyone.
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