daniella manuel / d2. ( fin ) cb.

You were born golden, sun-haloed and shining with a constant smile on your cheeks. You are the rustle as music sheets are shifted to read the next. You're light as it dances along slender fingers and a smile so pure that it burns away all of the darkness that surrounds. You are holding hands in public and telling the world what it is that you love, and hair that just can’t quite manage to lay flat. You are loyalty so fierce it could tear down a city. You teach yourself how to earn respect, how to earn gratitude, smile bright enough that you could set the world on fire and they might just thank you for warming their hearts. You're the kind of golden that takes other people's darkness and bears it yourself. You are oversized sweaters draped across a bedpost and stacks of books scattered around the floor. You are the taste of soft laughter and having your first kiss, happiness bleeding into each other as the sun-kissed both your cheeks. You are ink smudged across a paper and too many thoughts to keep handwriting neat. You are the warmth from a yellow light burning at midnight, and how it feels to lose it all and come out glowing. You are screaming into the sun, begging for your parents back, but now you know better than most, all that is gold cannot stay.