Ricky is someone so seraphic in nature, that they seem almost fragile to the touch, changing the ground around them, its as if the world seems so stagnant and still when they're around that you and a Ricky are the only people in it. Rickys freeze time with their gaze, and those on the receiving end of it never seem to care. reminiscent of a snowy field, Rickys presence brings a feeling of purity, but the cold never seems to arrive with one, just the beauty.
I can feel it again, it's as if the world has come to a halt altogether, the Ricky that i see across the room, his sight seems to be affixed, onto me.