The Line Between You And I

Max

I feel lost. Not only from the fact that the one woman in whom I had finally found an interest in had left me but from the point that I genuinely don't know where I am right now. Normally, if I ever got lost then I would simply look to the sun or the moss on the trees if it was daytime. Only now it was night time and yes, I could use the stars to find my way home but did I really want to? No. My argument is that from the way she was explaining her family, they seemed like the type of people whom you didn't want to get on the nasty side of. If anybody happens to come across lonely me walking around some huge "palace gardens" (like the rich people say) I will simply just tell them that I am waiting for someone who is of a great deal to me. By looking up at the beaming crescent placed directly above me in the sky, I can tell that she left me at about seven o'clock. My plan was to simply just walk around and take in nature's beauty for about two hours then maybe I could go find her. I mean at the end of the day, how hard can it be to find an absolutely absurd-sized house?

2 hours later...

I decided to look back up to the thing that kept me grounded at this exact point in time. Finally, it was nine o'clock. I started walking through the woods but as I became more and more familiar with my surroundings, my feet began to pick up the pace. As if now I was a lion chasing down its prey in the great African savannas, or maybe even a jaguar striking ready to pounce in the amazon rain forest.

Finally, I make it up towards the house, you wouldn't believe how big it was from where I am standing. The thing must have been huge, it must have taken more square feet than the bloody woods around it. Each wall was the same whitewashed colour in which all new houses seem to look like these days. With every corner, there was a gold symbol marked in which I'm guessing means something about their family. I will never know. I crept my way around the house making sure to look at the windows with a great concentration in order to figure out which one is her's. From what she described to me earlier, this seemed to be Eliza's room. The highest of them all, a nice warm glow lighting up the room, her shadow in which seemed to have a mind of its own gracefully perched at the end of the bed, a bookcase a mile long, and finally, her. She looked so cozy. From her curly hair being tied back into a quick bun, her glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of her small nose, to all the way down to her lips in which had a small ink quill for writing any notes she needed. I didn't intend to ruin her peace but once I finally snapped out of my daydream, I scrambled quick enough so she couldn't see me but fast enough to go pick her some wildflowers and grab a few lightweight stones. Once I finally had everything I needed, I started throwing the rocks at the windows each slightly more aggressive than the last just to try and catch her attention. After a few minutes, I finally saw the once-still shadow timidly make its way across the room. For a split second, I thought she had disappeared, then that's when her soft relaxed eyes made their way to mine. She seemed to let out a slight chuckle and made her way to the back of the room next to the grand door. Eliza hesitated, then quickly flung the door open wide so she could quickly dart down the stairs to see little old me.

Before I could even comprehend Eliza being there again, she grabbed my arms and wrapped me in a tight yet loving embrace. We stood like this for a good minute, just friends finding comfort in each other's wounds, just like friends... After what felt like a million years in heaven, she pulled away and thanked me for the flowers. She also thanked me for my bravery in being able to stay around just for her. At this point in time, all I could do was smile and nod because I couldn't find the words to tell her that it was okay and that she made me feel different and so I felt as if I had to do this for her. Eliza finally stopped her constant thanking for a second and took in a deep breath. I finally found the words to say and she moved her head in close and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips we soft and- well now I have lost what I was going to say. I was too embarked by her beauty to hear her father's aggressive words fly out of his mouth.

I quickly snapped out of it, as I saw Eliza's face fill with fear and worry as she pushed me away from her and screamed, "RUN!", as loud as her little lungs could manage.

The things I'd do to take her hand and bring her along with me...