[age 17]
I looked up at the sky as I bounced on the trampoline and I felt like I could touch the heavens...or at the very least see the treehouse over the fence into the park. I couldn't do either.
The air felt cool on my cheeks and the taste of mint was still fresh on my tongue. She had jumped next to me, her eyes glinting as brilliantly as stars in the middle of the desert.
She had walked away from me, full of confidence and turned back to poke her tongue out, a mischievous glow on her face. She looked so beautiful in that moment. I couldn't help but stare.
"What's wrong?" she had asked with genuine concern crossing over her face.
"N-nothing," I stammered my cheeks flushing. I'd looked back up to the sky and wondered if God existed and if he could hear me.
Why did you make her so beautiful? And why did you make me stupid enough to only realise it when it was too late? I asked him.
The silence was deafening.
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