A book about a girl who is crazily in love, and a boy who is crazily aloof.
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Saira's mind always travelled between realms of her own world. Sometimes it's about the existence of a parallel universe where she imagined trees to be purple, sometimes...
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"I'm not even that tall!" I yelled as people tried to fit me into a dress that made no sense.
"Relax, you'll be wearing heels and the dress will cover it," Isaac stated, sipping his tea calmly.
"But I can't even walk!" I facepalmed mentally just as one of the make up artists, Gabriel, poked my eye. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, it's my first time!" He apologized.
"It's mine too," I groaned. "I so don't wanna do this."
I was in the empty make up room while all the other models were walking in their outfit outside.
"They've assembled," Peter announced, walking in casually.
"Peter! I can't do this!" I cried.
"If you keep talking I can't do this!" Gabriel was holding a lipstick.
"Relax, it'll be fine," Peter stated, catching my eyes in the wall mirror before me.
Tears collected in my eyes as I let Gabriel apply the lipstick.
"Don't cry, you'll ruin the make up," Gabriel mumbled, patting my head.
"Saira, you walk well, you have the vigor and the eyes. Tell me you can't do it one more time and I'll stop it," Peter said, sitting down beside me.
Gabriel moved behind to do my hair.
"The eyes?" I asked.
"Yes, they're piercing and bright, you're going to kill it out there," he mumbled, reaching forward to hold a tissue lightly near my eyes. "But if you don't want to, you need not."
"But there's no one else, Isaac told me."
"Don't bother about any of that, if you don't want to, don't do it." Peter rested his head against mine.
I looked down and muttered.
"I'll do it."
"Pakka?"
"Pakka."
"You'll do well," Peter affirmed.
I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I hope I don't trip."
I looked up at him.
"You won't." He said, kissing my head. "I'll be outside."
He walked off.
"You'd make a good couple," Isaac spoke up.
I chuckled.
I've heard this one too many times.
"We're best friends, Isaac."
Isaac walked over and stood behind me, fixing his earrings with his ridiculously long green nails.
