Dear Adonis

04

Such aching mystery hides in your stardust - glimmer eyes.

Writing in a diary should be easy. It should be, but why was Ahmed trying to create literature instead of writing about his day in a book?

His therapist had advised that he should write in a diary if he found things hard to describe; like the ache in his chest when his mother left voice messages or the fear if he returned home to see his father. Ahmed was in the school library, palms trembling as he looked at the fat empty leather covered book, the song of achilles was next to him, a book that was causing him distress after a lot of pages of annotations and highlighted words.

The library was rather isolated except from the few sophomores who were rushing to complete assignments before the next class. He had seen Hannah though, her short hair was in a half up, half down style and she looked better that the other day. She stood next to the bookshelves, a book in hand as she looked concentrated on the page she was in. Her uniform looked very neat and she was wearing knee length socks. Did she see him?

A girl walked to Hannah: a girl with short red hair, green eyes and braces, her name is Ethel. A girl that he had spoken to before. The girl who was considered crazy and fun but had spoken to him in understanding, a long time ago.

Hannah looked spooked when the girl interrupted her before she let out a small gentle smile. She turned back to the book but looked up probably noticing that she was being watched, their eyes met. Ahmed kept eye contact and just for a second it felt surreal until she blinked away.

Her friend said something to her before she nodded. Ethel left the picture and within a second, Hannah was walking towards him. She took the seat in front of him and smiled,

"Hey Ahmed", she said, her eyes glimmering in delight and it made him grin.

"Hey Hannah", he said before she cupped her chin and stared at the books in front of him. Her eyebrows rose in interest as she picked up the novel.

"I hate how this book made me cry", she said to herself, interested as she opened it to flip through the pages. Her lips tilted up as bit while she squinted her eyes.

"You annotate books too? It looks pretty", she smiled so wonderfully at the highlighted words and black sticky tags for pages with quotes, it made him want to cuss.

"Thank you", he sighed. He took note of the white polish on her nails and the way it was peeling slightly.

"I'm actually reading a book presently, it's nice", she dropped the book that she held next to the bookshelf. It was Twilight.

"I've read that one", Ahmed said wondering if it was her first time because he had just read it the other year.

"Yes, you and half of the earth", she snorted, "It's my eighth time of reading it".

"Really? I'm not really a romance novel guy but I just started", Ahmed shrugged, "First one I read was twilight, haven't read the other parts though".

"Who's your stan?" she anticipated to hear his reply.

"Cullen", was his reply. There was obviously no way that Jacob was better apart from the fact that he doesn't watch the protagonist sleep.

"It's like you're perfect", she gasped quietly and he knew his cheeks and ears got pink. He wondered if she knew how unreal she looked, the way her lips tilted up and a ghost of a smile was caught, the way her eyes glimmered like he was the best being God had created, perhaps he was actually dreaming.