pastel
He was strong, like a soldier riding a horse. He was the kind of boy who would protect me from all harm, as he swore he would shelter me. The sort of innocence he imagined me to have was crazy, but I let him live off the image of me being his sweet doll.
The lights were shining above my eyes. It was so dazzling, I felt almost blind with happiness. This years festival was going to be brilliant, terrific. There was only so much I could do in so little time. The sounds of endless chatter rang through my ears with a marvellous sense of crowdedness. I felt filled up to the brim.