My only source of light

[11]

Suddenly several papers hit him in the face, waking him up to reality.

A rain of papers hit him in the face, not letting him see what was in front of him and what caused this enigma. 

The papers fell as the wind stopped, scattering around him. Leaning down to gather the fallen papers, he noticed that they were not empty and in fact many drawings were placed on the white sheet like milk. 

Taking the ones in front of him, he heard a little noise that came from the person that was in front of him making him look up. 

Looking at two pairs of crystal-blue eyes, gazing at him as if were trapped in his black eyes, the two of them did not stop their intense gaze. 

If a few minutes ago Mikey said the tree was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, he'd lied. In front of him was a girl, a very beautiful one. 

She was short, her white hair was loose, dancing in the wind, her crystal-clear blue eyes were watching him.

Wearing a black skirt that went over her knees with a short top, which perfectly defined her body curve, making her look even better. 

Her gaze, on the other hand, was shocked. Mikey had wondered if he knew her or if she knew he was a murderer, which he didn't think could be the case.

Waking up to reality when he saw her coming towards him, she went down to gather the remaining papers.

Mikey takes most of them and prepares to give them to her. But he stopped when he saw how close her face was to his, still, looking at her lips. 

Realizing what Mikey had thought, he wanted to punch himself in the face, but he stopped, not wanting to scare her. 

She had risen before him, and he did the same after a short while, now standing face to face.  Seeing that she is smaller than him, he fell rejoices in his mind that he is taller. 

Not saying anything, feeling a little uncomfortable because of the present silence. 

Mikey decides to take the first step, seeing that the girl in front of him will say nothing, her gaze fixed on the ground as if it were the most interesting thing possible. 

"These are yours, it's good they didn't get dirty." 

Now Mikey thought he had the worst intention of having a conversation, and that was all thanks because he wasn't very talkative. 

When he heard a small chuckle from the girl, he was surprised. What did he say so funny that made her laugh? 

"Thanks for the help and don't worry about them." 

This time she had looked up at him, smiling. Mikey nods, seeing a the drawing of a man on the white paper. She, seeing what he was looking at, embarrassed, put the papers behind her back. 

Mikey felt a little hurt when he saw this, wondering why he felt that way. 

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, that's not my intention, sorry." 

Not believing what he just say, the girl became a little surprised by his character. Smiling, she took his right wrist in her hand and walked together toward the trunk of the big tree. 

Mikey let himself be pulled by the shorter girl, not struggling to get his hand back, letting her smaller hands warm him, liking the sensation. 

Reaching the tree, the girl let go of his hand, bending down, gesturing to the place next to her for him to sit. 

As he was told, he sat down close to her, missing the warmth of the girl hand. They had become more comfortable on the hard ground, letting the breeze pass between them.