my character smoke

i watched him sleep toss and turning in my mind
he was alone in bed
the walls bright red sheets gray
his matress lay on the floor
he is perfect
long hair slightly frizzy covers his face
he is tall
slightly skinny
his waist curves perfectly almost like a womans
he lays there breathing in and out
i can hear his voice in my head his thoughts
hes my character
fragile strong closed up he has many walls
he loves only one woman hes sensitive to others intentions suspicious yet forgiving
he has insomnia
he writes to feel coser to rae
he writes to get rid of things he wants to say
however
he writes what he sees
he likes facts
truth
surfaces
he doesnt imagine situations
freckles dust his cheeks
he remembers rae most as the moment she sat
slumped over in the hallway
eyes teary lost
black glasses framing the watery irises
hair slightly tangled pushed up against the wall
hands and arms hanging listlessly beside her
as she stated"you drive me crazy."
this is the moment that changed him. this is what broke him.
turned his cold heart to liquid gold waiting to be firmed. Rae left after that day. she never waited to see the change. the way he shifted priorities after that. How he gave up the bottle and swore off distractions. She wasnt there when he finished reading dorian gray her favorite novel. It was her he thought of when he found the typewritter at the thrift. It was her he felt he was talking to as he pounded away at the keys.