My eyes wander over her covered body to her pink hair, but always come back to her brown shimmering eyes. I can read pain in these and feel a slight sting in my chest. I think she is the women, my mother talked about. The description applies.
My thoughts deepen with my look on her.
I can't take my eyes off the lady, she attracts my gaze like a magnet. In a good way... I guess.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, fucking asshole!?" The woman screams my way and I frown because of her sudden action. I think she noticed that I had been staring at her for a while. In her uplifted and cheeky voice, I would say, she thinks, I would judge her, but that was not my intention.
"I- I am sorry." I stutter and try to calm her down. She keeps eye contact with me. The feeling that she is looking into my soul through my blue balls makes my heart beat faster.
The pink-haired lady moves slowly towards me with a raised index finger and lets my heart stop for a short time. A slight fear flows through my veins and a short shiver runs down my spine. She looks like she's about to hit me. But one side of me tells me this won't happen, that this woman would never hurt anyone on purpose.
"Fuck you." She says harsh as she stands in front of me, holding her finger just inches from my face to make her words even more clear, with the goal, that they eat their way into my chest and accompany me for a while, making me feel bad about staring. At this very moment the waitress comes back with my food and drink and gives the woman in front of me a warning look.
"Karen, move your fat ass back outside." The blondie says annoyed and places my order on the table. Question marks pop up in my head and I give both of them a confused look. Even if I don't understand what it's about, I know one thing for sure. I don't want Karen to leave. I want to talk to her... would like to get to know her.
I watch them scream at each other, getting very uncomfortable listening to them in this situation. After only a few seconds, the green-eyed one looks over at a man, who seems to be some kind of security and gives him a sign to bring Karen out. Even if I would like to interfere, I don't do it because it probably wouldn't change anything anyway.
Karen turns around on her own initiative and leaves the restaurant, before the man gets to touch her. I admire her for giving in to the impudent waitress. However, the restaurant feels empty shortly after the door slams. Out of the sudden it feels boring in here, not even the music makes the mood better again.
I sigh and look down on my pasta. I don't want to reward the waitress with a look from me for what she has done. The noodles look delicious, but I've now lost my hunger. Without thinking, I put fiftly dollars, which is more than enough, on the table and drink my water empty. Then I take the plate and my other things and quickly run out of the restaurant. The darkness welcomes me outside and in the distance I can still see the outlines of the woman, who has caught my full attention. Balancing the plate in my hand, I try to catch up with her.
I have no idea if what I'm doing here is a good idea, but it feels right.
When I finally reach the woman, I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. This short distance shows me once again, that my stamina is very poor. I have to start working out again.
Karen turns and looks at me in annoyance.
"What the fuck do you want?! Not stared enough yet?" She says and steps closer to me. Does she want to scare me with that?
I try to hide a smile and bite down on the inside of my cheek.
"I thought you maybe..." I start talking, but stop shortly after, realizing that it might not be such a good idea after all. I shake my head and take a deep breath again.
"Maybe want uhmm... I am not hungry anymore, if you want, you- you can have..." I stutter and lift the plate of pasta in her direction, as if the noodles would complete my sentence. The woman, who is a little taller than me, just looks at me. My blue eyes deepen into her brown ones, almost melting into each others. A slight smile escapes my mouth and I look down on the pasta, before I might accidently blush.
"Is this shit poisoned?" She asks and I let out a quiet laugh at her words, shaking my head for a no. As evidence I take a warm noodle with my fingers, realizing I forgot the cutlery, and put it in my mouth.
"Look, I'm still alive." I mumble and unexpectedly see her fingers wrapping around the plate. I grin and give her the pasta. My smirk forms to a smile and I show my white teeth.
Karen coughs again and smiles slightly back, which warms my heart. Her smile is so adorable.
I wonder if she smokes too, because of the heavy cough. Sometimes I also have that special kind of cough, no idea whether it comes from smoking, but mostly I blame everything on this habit.
"Your cough-" I start, to hopefully establish a conversation, but get interrupted by Karen straight away.
"You fucking cocksucker, you are the same like all these motherfuckers!" She screams and drops the plate. It shatters on the concrete floor and makes me flinch. The brown eyed women turns away from me and runs towards the sea. As I start moving, she has already reached the boundary between grassland and sand.
I take a big step over the broken porcelain and run after her. Why am I doing this for this woman? She doesn't even seem interested in me.
"Wait!" I yell after her and feel the changed ground under my feet. The sand difficults the running and makes it feel like I'm not getting any further with my steps.
I look down to my shoes, which are slowly filling up with sand. I hate it! Then I lift my head back up and stop frightened. Karen stands directly in front of me, showing her back to me and keeps her eyes down on the sand. I frown and follow her gaze.
"Holy fuck." I scream and jump back, dropping all my stuff. My eyes widen and my hands get sweaty. My heart is racing in my chest as if I had just run a marathon and pumps adrenaline through my body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck ohhhh my god." I try to calm myself down and shake my hands out of disgust. Even though I have already learned and researched a lot about corpses to explain the death precisely in my books, it is much more intense and horrific to stand in front of one. The cold and emptiness, that it radiates, makes me shiver and the smell of blood and decay makes my head spin. I feel like I'm about to pass out, that's why I let myself fall backwards on my butt and hold my hand in shock against my forehead.
"Never seen a corpse before, hmm?" Karen says and turns to me. I let my upper body fall into the sand too and put my hands on my chest, feeling my fast heartbeat.
The moment I thought I was slowly calming down, I see everything go black around me.
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A/N: I might start with a Karen pov the next chapter <3
~PaulsonsCookie
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