RED HAIRED BEAU

HER.

Louis

I wanted to forget it all. I just wanted to move on with my life but it was so difficult. Then I met her. Amalia. She was so beautiful and she was so different yet so similar. When I came angry, pounding on her door and she opened it, I swear on every star in this galaxy and beyond that I had the air knocked out of me but I still continued to be a prick about my stupid car and me being late.

Her beauty was incomparable to any other. Her beautiful bright platinum blonde hair, beautiful green eyes that sucked you in, like a gorgeous forest, her soft skin, soft plump lips, god those lips that make me want to do all sorts of sinister things to her, her gorgeous body, her laid back and confident personality....

She was everything a man would want. Even though she came out as bold, she was shy and innocent sometimes. So cute! Amalia made me want to leave everything I've ever suffered in the past and live a better, happy life. I couldn't keep it all buried inside me because it was killing me. The memories, those vivid memories.

Memories of her and my life before.

Here I sat with Amalia, ready to tell her what the past few years of my life had turned me into. She looked worried, scared and anxious, all for me. I could see the determination in her eyes. I could see her worry straight through the enchanting beauty of those orbs. I was slowly becoming enslaved to this woman and I didn't even give two fucks about it.

I took in a deep breath and told her about her...

FLASHBACK...

May 27th 2017.

I sat in my room, listening to music. My mom was sound asleep and I was thankful for that. She barely got any sleep, working 24/7 to provide me with everything I needed. She worked her ass off all these years alone, surviving in her own way and I couldn't be more thankful.

I decided to leave my room and go for a walk. I walked along the sides of the street, silently observing everything. Music blasted in my ears as I walked carelessly. As I turned in an alley, I was so lost in my music that I didn't hear what was coming from behind. All of a sudden, someone slammed into to with something and I fell on the ground. The person seemed to have also been flung back on impact and was trying to gather themselves.

I heard a female groan as I myself groaned at the pain in my knees and in fact all over. I suddenly wanted to beat whoever this person was. The only thing stopping me was that this person seemed to be a girl and I knew better than to hit a girl. I stood up slowly and turned to be met with the sight of a beautiful red haired girl. It looked to be dyed a fiery red, quite interesting compared to my boring dark brown hair. Her hair was all in her face as she struggled to stand. I wanted to help but I was still angry about her hitting me with what looked like a scooter.

"Miss you have to be careful where you go with that thing, look at what you just caused here." I growled at her. I didn't mean to be rude but I was a bit too pissed off to care. She finally stood, holding her head in her hands. She stared at me, shimmering jet black eyes, freckled face, plump enough pink lips that I all of a sudden felt the need to run my fingers over.

I did a once over and noticed that she had a red looking wound on her wrist. It didn't look to be as a result of what just happened but the wound was fresh. I met her gaze again and my heart sunk when I saw tears in them. I saw the deepest sadness there ever was. She quickly picked up the scooter and just like that, she ran away. I tried not to think much of it but damn...

June 14th 2017.

I haven't been able to forget that girl. It's been two weeks, four days since I saw her. I still couldn't forget her. I walked about the neighbourhood, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but nothing so far. I couldn't help but think about the tears I had seen in her eyes. Such a beautiful person, shedding sorrowful tears? It didn't feel right.