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꧁ The untouchable ꧂

         -From the perspective of a boy-

Her eyes water under the noonday sun, like scintillating jewels. Oh, how I wish she would stare at me with those precious eyes the way she stared at him. I can see the corners of her pink mouth turn down as she watches him twirl another girl around on the dock, the girl shrieking as he playfully tries to throw her into the freezing lake.

She looks at him with longing and desire, mixed with a hopeless desperation. She knows she has no chance with him, and is only reminded of it every time he wraps his arms around her, that perfect girl with the perfect personality. Shes nice to every soul she'd meet, which makes it worse, for its harder to hate someone who is only kind to you.

She stares at her with spite in those eyes, and I watch as her face transforms. Hate can do amazing things to a person. It takes the beautiful and makes it ugly, infected with a spreading darkness that consumes everything in its way. I would know. I was that hate, once upon a time. I experienced the way all the light in the world disappeared before I even realized what was happening.

Shes pining for the untouchable, what was off-limits, and each day it tears her farther apart.

I watch her now as she buries herself in a book, escapism at its finest. Why bother with your problems when you can throw yourself into a completely different world? Her brown hair falls over her shoulder and hides her face in a curtain. If we were in a book, this would be where I would gather up the courage to talk to her, and she would realize that he was never worth her time. We would fall in love and happily ever after; you close the book now.

But we aren't in a book and life doesn't work that way, so I stay put, digging my toes into the sand as I watch from the sidelines, wishing that she'll just look at my face once.