Diamond tears glittered against black satin eyelashes, long shadows thrown over porcelain cheeks that retained a small amount of blood. Blush pink suited him, it was rare to see, making it all the more precious.

The scrap of paper trembled in his shaking grip. The skin of his hands was as pale as the paper, yet his flesh seemed to shimmer with life in the gentle warmth of the welcome sunlight. It was as if the solitary ray of sunlight falling on him was the only light in the room, as if light was drawn to him and illuminated him like some sort of Earth bound angel.

I reached forward slowly and took the paper from his tiny hands. With his small feet and hands, he looked like a child. He had the remarkable strength and incredible perception of a child too. But most people didn’t get to see the smiles he flashed his long haired lover, of the incredible focus he had in the studio. Was he a child in a man’s body or the other way round? Either way, he always has been and always will be a curiosity.

Some people will never understand.