-Michael
"What's your favorite color?" I asked while we laid casually on her trampoline.
We've been at this game for over two hours, and it hasn't got boring not once.
"Purple, you?"
"It would have to be blue."
"Uhh, what's your favorite eye color?" She asked, as she repostioned herself from her stomach to her elbows, glancing down at me.
I sat there looking up at the sky,"It would have to be... brown."
I looked up at her as she raised a brow, "Why so?" She bit back a smile.
"Well, most people often think that brown eyes are boring. To me, they are the most beautiful. They. When their in the light they have this reflection in them and they leave me memorized."
She looked at me in awe, "What about you?"
A moment or two passed and she just layed there looking down on me,
I looked up into her marvelous brown eyes, getting off my back to follow her gaze.
"My favorite eye color, is well yours."
I guided my hand to her face and brought it closer til her breath quickend, and her eyes closed.
"I can't." She said snapping into reality.
I dropped my hand.
"I know, I know."
She got up from her previous spot, and hurried into the house.
YOU ARE READING
Mistakes
Short Story"You were a mistake, okay? A simple mistake, and that's all you ever will be." I never felt my heart sink more into my chest.
