There's a glass barrier between August and the world.

He's something beautiful, something almost heavenly and of course you'd want to show something that ethereal to the rest of the world. His pale shirt complemented him well, the loose thin fabric almost made him look like he's wearing a nightgown. The flowery circlet on his head wasn't enough to hold his hair, golden strands curled around his face and softened his features.

He's different and more than everything you'd ever seen. He's otherworldly and the glass barrier wasn't the only one blocking him from the rest of them. He was untouchable, and he knew it.

But when August met the boy's eyes, he wished for the entire universe that he's ordinary. And it almost scared him, except then the boy stepped closer to him and the world seemed to stop and August forgot everything.

The boy's eyes were both icy and burning right to August's very soul.

And the boy reached for him, and August reached for the boy, but their skin only touched the glass.

There's a barrier between August and the world. It separated August and solely him, the world moved on and on and he's still stuck in the same place behind the barrier like he always had. The world was cruel and free and August longed for it, to be a part of it.

He was untouchable. He wished he's not. He wished to hold the boy's hand and walk with him through the fair.

August wished for a miracle.

And a miracle it was, when the glowing gold even purer than own his hair appeared.

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August was one of many in black cloaks, silently walking to the heart of the woods.

He's been free for some time now, exploring the world like he wanted back when he's behind those glass barriers. He never stayed in one place for long, always feeling like finding even more. He's not lost, no. He's August and he's now a part of something larger. And that's almost enough.

He opened up and let the world fill him. He learned new things. He met people and now he's walking through the trees with them. But he had lost the boy, the dark-eyed boy that woke August up that day. August owed all of these to the boy, but he never met him again.

August watched the others dancing around the magic. The good magic, the magic that led him there. And he joined them after a while, flawlessly fitting in. The lights of the magic almost made the moon looked pale in comparison.

And he saw it leading him somewhere else.

August followed the trail. It felt right. And August knew where it wanted him to go. Home.

He walked and walked and never looked back to the dancing witches, his footprints on the snow glowed behind him but he didn't notice.

He arrived there and he recognized it. The room was familiar, somewhat. Then he saw him. The boy, staring at him. There's no longer a barrier between them.

"August," the boy said, his voice brought August back his memories. "You're back."

"You found me." And August took his hand, for now August is here and not a world apart.

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willow by Taylor Swift

as you might've notice now, i'm a huge swiftie (hello, new romantics the literal title of this work) -rye