Listening to Akira’s words, Josh slightly frowned. He hated to hear him say those things about himself, but it wasn’t his fault, he was never told he was in fact a beautiful person and that he deserved so much more than what he had been put through.
“You can’t say those things about yourself Akira.” Josh whispered, bringing one of his hands up to softly run his finger underneath his eye, feeling the dampness from the wiped tears. “You have no idea how much potential you have. You aren’t the one who gets to see those beautiful green eyes every single morning, to see your smile when you’re happy, to see your cheeks turn pink whenever I kiss you.”
Josh looked into Akira’s eyes, whispering softer than before. “You are beautiful. How could you not be if I feel so strongly for you?” he asked.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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