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Dear Diary,
I hate Will Solace.
I hate the way his hair falls after he runs a hand through it while thinking, I hate the way the tips of his sun tattoo on his chest show when he wears a certain yellow shirt that says ‘I’m very hot’ with a picture of a cartoon sun that has sunglasses on, I hate the way his eyes seem to shimmer when he turns his head just right, I hate how his left eye crinkles more than his right when he smiles, I hate how how when he walks his feet kick up dust, I hate the way his lips curve into a crescent moon like shape when he smiles, I hate that there are more freckles on his right than his left side of his face, I hate the way that he can get everyone to quiet down in a room with his whistle, I hate the way he slightly glows when he laughs. I hate the way that his steps always sync with the people around him, I hate how he’s always re-applying his cherry chapstick, I hate how his pupils are always pretty dilated even in bright light, I hate how his voice always cracks on a particular high G# when he’s singing a hymn, I hate how he holds a guitar pick abnormally, I hate the way he tilts his head to the side and raises his right eyebrow when he is confused, I hate how he stares at the sun and goes “That’s my father!” periodically throughout the sunny days, I hate the way he rocks from foot to foot slightly as he stands, I hate how he makes flower crowns out of dandelions, I hate how the beads on his camp necklace always are in a different order every time you see him, I hate how he's always stuffing stuff in the pockets of his cargo shorts to show off how useful they are, I hate how he always stands on one foot and bounces in a circle while biting his lip when he stubs his toe, I hate how he claims that sunglasses are the worst invention ever whenever he sees someone wearing them, I hate how his medical bag zipper sounds like it’s saying ‘stupid’ every time he unzips it, I hate the way his medical bag zipper sounds like it’s saying ‘idiot’ every time he rezips it, I hate how he is always telling Austin to ‘Go hang out with Percy’ since his last name is lake when Austin says he’s bored, I hate how the orange of his camp-half-blood t-shirt compliments him so well, I hate how he throws his head back every time he lays down, I hate how he puts on tropical button ups saying that ‘It’ll catch on eventually’, I hate how he becomes a walking marshmallow during the winter, I hate how he always rubs my back during hugs, I hate how he gives me ‘surprise kisses’ on the forehead, I hate how he wraps his arms around me from behind, I hate how he ruffles my hair, I hate how he’s always demanding cuddles, I hate how often he kisses me and says he loves me, I hate how warm he is, I hate how he always insists on reading bedtime stories, I hate how his hands trail up the back on my shirt whenever we hug, I hate how he sometimes pulls my hand into the pockets of his cargo shorts when we hug, I hate how he calls me his little ball of darkness.
I hate Will Solace.