Love Is The Color Green

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A wet mop of black hair appeared first before these peculiar eyes followed. They were a green-grey, which seemed to just catch the light differently than I had ever seen.

You'd imagine how gobsmacked I felt when a beautiful face with a shy smile came into view.

'I'm sorry, I tripped and fell into the shelter,' he explained and honestly I was still trying to process what exactly my eyes had been blessed to see.

I could only nod because the irregular beating of my heart had to be a figment of my imagination that conveniently started the better of a look I got of him.

It simply wasn't possible.

He took my nod as a sign of approval and sat with me under the shelter. While my last two brain cells panicked at this new found sensation.

It couldn't be so. Mother had said that it simply could not be so. Not for us. Not ever. This was as our god's death had made it.

'Nice weather we're having, isn't it?' he started, and I couldn't by help, but laugh.

Who even started a conversation like that anymore?

'Ha, I guessed right, the gods must live,' he said, and my heart beat changed once again at his smile.

He looked satisfied with himself. I knew it was bait, but my curiosity got the better of me.

'Oh, and what did you get right?' I asked

'That you were friendly enough to humor me,' he said and I smiled.

My body hummed with warmth from his voice. I wanted to stay in this moment a little longer.

'You don't talk to strangers much do you?' he inquired and I shrugged.

'Possibly, it's hard being a stranger around here,  but I do make exceptions for pretty boys,' I said.

Shame on me.

I know.

Bad Ophilia. 

My brain was honestly fried from trying grasp the reality that had green eyes and dark hair. To add onto my list of problems, I was desperately hoping that he wasn't from one of those races with keen hearing.

You see, my heart wasn't racing, but it did seem to trip on itself every time his facial expression changed.

His face lit up like the anomaly he was. Long lashes nearly touched as his eyes almost closed, while he beamed at me. He had a gorgeous smile. One that touched his eyes.

I, to my detriment, noticed how he had ever so faint freckles scattered across his face.

'You think I'm pretty?' he questioned cheekily. Honestly at this point, if it could, my heart would've clawed its way from my chest and into his arms.

This strange but warm man.

Apparently,  I had lost my common sense in the rain, because why was I shy? Why am I acting like this? Why is my heart misbehaving?

'I do. You're something like sunshine after a long rain, rare, comforting, warm, but I barely know you so I could be wrong,' I said as I placed my chin on my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs.

'Two pretty people having fortunately met during this almost eternal rain. Wouldn't you call that a miracle?' he asked and I laughed at how corny he sounded.

'A miracle huh?' I echoed and he leaned back into the uncomfortable bench and spread his legs forward.

'I didn't stutter,' he replied and I felt my face heat up.

'How about this... give me a nickname, since either of us could be from a race where names are sacred,' he offered.

'You're rather strange,' I said and he chuckled.

'Maybe, but if strange is enough that you'd never forget me, then I'll take my chances,' he said frankly,

'You see, I'm quite certain that I'll definitely remember you, so I'd rather not be the only one haunted by that enchanted feature that you call a smile,' he said coolly and I felt a little flustered, since no one had given me this kind of attention before.

'Alright, I'll bite,  what would you have my name be?' I asked and he gave me a cheeky smile.

I felt like I had been given the chance to look at a rare thing and my mind was simply stumped by that smile.

You know those ones. When his eyes light with mischief. I didn't know, but I discovered a new weakness every time the corners of his mouth moved.

'Amare' he said, after some thought.

'Why that?' I asked

'You make me feel like they're real, as the scribes had it written, something so beautiful that mere words could not describe it, but that one term encompasses it all,' he said while looking at me and I felt my heart flutter.

Sweet nothings. How alluring empty words could be.