honeysuckle

Falling in love hurts quite a bit, but Keith has never been the best at doing things by halves.Keith has a theory: Shiro isn’t real. Shiro is made of steadfast patience and smiles that crinkle his eyes. He’s the swooping below the ribs, the goodness and the softness and the starlight of the Garrison rooftop in the corners of Keith’s eyes that he should be watching, he really should be--but watching Shiro squint and adjust the telescope is so much easier; he pulls the light, easy, just like that. Really, his fault. But he pulls, he pulls. He pulls the stars, pulls the eyes, he pulls Keith into his arms and pushes his bangs back. Shiro is made of long dork rants and a stubborn refusal to eat anything not from the cafeteria and looking up. Always walking with his head up, up towards the sky.And then he disappears.