Happening

Two

Selene’s left hand  was entwined with her right hand, her legs crisscrossed hanging off the side of the stage when I walked in.  She seemed busy in a conversation with the person before her , up close I could see her eyes shimmer not in a excited way but as if she had been crying. Her nose and cheeks red and the white of her headband was missing from the black locks of her head that ended right at her jaw. She had a stern look on her face .

Generally her personality could be passed off as warm , super hyped up and protective but she can also be stubborn but not very pushy.
I walked over to her putting myself between her and her friend and placed my hand around her waist. From where she sat her head was high enough so she could place it on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. And that’s exactly what she did. I wondered what she felt about my heartbeat.

I really wasn’t the type of person who would spend time listen how a biological clock ticked and pulsed their muscles in their chest. I would rather spend hours with them and doing things that would make our heart race and kiss them while it hammered in our chests.

Her skin was of a light shade with a mixture of pink and yellow glow , I could never make out .
That was when some one called her name . She softly rose her head mumbling something to them . Her ear had a small earring of gold , the size of a pint . It shone majestically in the sunshine . I raised my hand to shift her hair behind her ear , it felt soft and beautifully made on touch. It wad weird that Selene always complained that her hair has turned out to become rough.

If that was so i would really like to feel how her hair felt when it wasn’t rough for her. Imagination was a really weird one,  that i could think of her hair being like Water which stayed put on her hair but flowed through  my fingers in a chorus of pretty black.

I asked her what had happened.  She didn’t reply . Her eyes were fixed on the ground as if she was disappointed in herself . I tiled my head asking why she had cut. I had noticed three pink lines on her wrist.  They had lifted up a little bit as if puffed up with air, if you run your fingers through them you would feel the bumps.

“Babe, you know you’re not a coward right? Why would you do such things to yourself its not - ” she cut me off with a sob and said “The world’s biggest coward is standing right infront of me and you worry about what I am doing to doing to myself.”
At that I shut up . I too had harmed myself countless number of times but never got any help for it . Neither had she been to a therapist any time.
She had a shorter figure than me. Her head was again hung low and I couldn’t bring myself to look into her eyes and reason things out. We both were in the wrong . Instead I looked at the scene behind us sand and dust flew all around as girls clothed in cream and maroon ran about laughing and giggling.

Pearls of tears outlined the edge of her eyes and her face had dismay scribbled all over it.  I could feel all the colour drain out of my face . All i had wished for was that she would stop hurting in herself and open up a little bit but the way of approach was definitely wrong.  The fact that she was standing about a half a meter away from me, not considering me as a person who she could come and have a conversation with . I don’t mean to make her vulnerable but I hoped she would consider me to be enough.

Softly she started walking away not before stealing a glance at my face. I didn’t look at her before she was walking with her back towards me. Her hands swinging beside her and head held straight.

“ There is nobody here that will help me, so I won’t ask them to help me . I can care for myself.”