The cool water replacing my tears, filling my system, taking away all the pressures, weights, insecurities and my life along with it.
♥
She felt her whole life crumbling at her feet. Everything was taken from her...
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Theodore
We both lean on the wall, staring at nothing, enjoying the silence.
"You come here often?" She asks looking up at me "no" I reply "it's a friends birthday so we made plans to hang out" " I see" she says tilting her head "and why did you leave your friends?" "Allergy reaction" I reply "ate something I wasn't supposed to" "sorry about that" she mutters "Mhmm" I throw the cigarette butt on the floor crushing it with the heel of my boots. I catch her staring at the tattoos on my hand. A couple of words and quotes were inked in between my fingers while simple clouds were on the back of my palm. My other hand is quite detailed all the way up my arm to my shoulder "Did these hurt?" She traces her finger on the cloud. My body responding to her gentle touch "The first one did" I say looking at her. She nods retrieving her hand, a sigh escaping her lips as she stares into space again. A habit of hers I've come to learn.
Her
He could have left me. I didn't want to be here, I didn't need anyone to save me. And I didn't want anyone seeing me cry. My body failed me as i break down in front of him, a stranger who barely gives a shit about me. Stream of tears rolling down my face without control. I really can't help it. I wished the hurt would just stop.
His hug is comforting but I decide not to hug him back. I can't trust anyone. "You should have let me go still" I whisper against his chest. His scent is all I can inhale at this moment. And the feeling is almost lovely "you're really stubborn aren't you?" He asks rhetorically. I guess I am. I notice the gold flecks in his green eyes when he pulls away and looks at me. I spot my lighter laying on the floor when I look away, picking it up and lighting myself a cigarette. My whole body relaxes. Again. "You keep staring at me" I say, a smile playing at the corner of my lips "you want a cigarette?" I hand him a stick. He chuckles as he takes it, watching me carefully as I light the end. At least he doesn't judge me. We lean against the wall, smoking in silence until I bring up a little conversation. "It's a friends birthday so we made plans to hang out" he says " I see" I tilt my head "and why did you leave your friends?" "Allergy reaction" he replies "ate something I wasn't supposed to" "sorry about that" I say underneath my breath "Mhmm" he throws the cigarette butt on the floor crushing it with the heel of his shoes. I notice the tattoos on on his hand.
I feel myself getting moist from the sight, squeezing my thighs together to diminish what ever I'm feeling. My fingers trace on the cloud like I'm under some kind of trance "did these hurt?" "The first one did" he looks at me and I immediately take my fingers back. I sigh looking away.
"Why do you always do that?" I turn slightly so I'm conscious of him in my peripheral vision "what?" "You just space out..." he tilts his head in question. I honestly never do that intentionally. I remember back in grade school, my teachers complained about that a lot. When I'm asked questions in class, in-between answers I suddenly stop talking. She's like a robot they said. I did feel like a robot. "I really don't know" I shrug "probably astronaut genes" I throw my used stick on the floor. He chuckles"nice one"
I look up to see Steven making his way towards me. My heart races as his shoes click against the hard wood floor. I try to shut my mind, my ears and act like I don't see him. And just then, he calls my name. He stops in front of me, placing his cold hand on my cheek "Are you okay?" "Yes" I snap jerking away "okay then, well dinner's over. April wants to talk to you" The thought of them waiting until dinner was over before they decided to find me is enough for me to die on the spot. But I can't because I really don't expect much. Even from April. I thought she was different. But they're all the same and Prove me wrong each time I Dare to think otherwise. "I'm tired now, I'll talk to her tomorrow" I say to Steven "I'll be in the car" His eyes drop to my feet. "What happened to your shoes?" I nearly forgot about those "Nothing" He doesn't say anything as I exit the building, staring at the water like it's calling me. My mind goes back to the young man I just met. I didn't even get his name.
Oh well.
It doesn't matter anyway. It's not like he did me any favour.
