The Time He Saw Her

The Ninth Time He Saw Her

The ninth time he saw her, he had felt her hands over his eyes before her frame appeared.

"Guess who?"

He just smiled like a mad man as she sat down beside him. He watched her with such admirable gaze that it made her blush. It felt odd for her, to feel admired, liked, by someone who knew everything. Saw everything. She still couldn't understand why one would stick around.

The beach were as beautiful as ever, yet there were no people to be seen. But maybe that was because of the moon. Most people didn't show the proper appreciation for the glowing, blue, cascades of light.

He did though. It made her look so beautiful in his eyes. Even if she was wearing pajamas, her cheeks shimmering of tears and her wrists were in bandages.

He though back on their date. How he hadn't found a way to compliment her. With new found determination his fingers gently formed words in the cold sand.

She had been following his fingers carefully. When her eyes met his they locked. His smile was small, a little shy even.

A small cold hand grabbed his. It had been his turn to blush, ever so slightly, as he thawed her fingers.

Before she left he got a peck on the cheek.