Victim of Eyes

Goodmorning,goodnight and everything inbetween

     I wake up to the sun hitting my face. I cant wait to see her. I think to myself. So to see her I get up out of my bed. I go downstairs to see my mom. "Good morrow to you daughter!" My mother says. Her rich and heavy Irish accent making her words barely comprehensible. I say good morning back and make my way outside. "Good morrow Ms. Peters"
"I will never give my hand to you, Benjamin" I say to that hopeless romantic. I need to go to work in the strawberry fields before I can see her. I see the town sign sitting there soundly, 'Established in 1710'. It's ironic to me because that was only two years ago.
     So, I keep walking to go to work in the fields picking endlessly, keeping my mind on her. She has the most beautiful blue eyes, her hair as strawberry blonde as the berries I'm picking now. More blonde obviously, but I look down at the strawberries and keep picking as a reminder of her, and I smile. When I finish picking my amount of strawberries I go home and wash them, dry them and leave them in a bowl for my family to enjoy. I can finally see her. I walk outside my house to her house. The road is long and twisted and I go into the woods to the little cottage by the mountains. I knock, and knock once more before she opens the door.
    "Quinn!" She says excitedly.
"Ready for the mountains?" I say.
"For sure" she says calming down. She takes a basket in one hand and in the other, takes mine. So we walk up the path to the mountains. We've reached a certain part where we aren't at the top, but we're high enough to see our small little town. The grass is long and though it's windy out, the sun is shining bright.
     As we sit down she opens the basket to reveal three apples, two pieces of bread, an abundance of strawberries and a handful of blueberries. "Ready to eat?" She beams. I look into her eyes and get lost, they're so beautiful and blue. I could get lost in them forever. "Of course!" I say to her. I take some strawberries and start biting. The berries are so ripe that the pink juice drips down my face from just one bite. To be fair, I was biting three of the berries at once, so the mess is kind of my fault.
    I laugh slightly. Before I can even finish smiling (which I wasn't planning on doing in the first place) she places her lips on mine. I taste the blueberries in her breath. I take my lips off hers and take a short breath. "You taste sweet" she says to me.
"You do too" I say to her.
"Hey we need to get you cleaned up" she hands me a piece of cloth. "Here's my handkerchief! I promise I haven't used it" she says while wiping my face. "Thank you" I say to her. Until dusk we sat on this mountain.
    We start packing up the picnic as swiftly as we can, if we're late to dinner our parents would burn us alive. I look down at her imprint in the grass. The shape of her body has made a mark there. I ache while staring at it. Knowing... knowing we could never get married, have a family or even just be in public together. Trying to forget the melancholia that just passed over me. With the sadness now gone, I look at the setting sun. And smile.