Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
"Hold this." I mutter, passing Flint the empty cardboard box.
Flint takes it out of my hands, reading the back of it like it's the most interesting thing in the world. He tilts his head, glances at the box and towards where I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, adding the colour crème to the applicator bottle.
"Is there any particular reason you dye your hair or just feel like it?" He asks, pulling his knees up onto the toilet seat as he watches me shake the applicator bottle.
Scrunching my lips to one side I try and think about his question. I've been dying my hair since I was 14 years old, with nobody around to watch my every move it was quite easy.
"I dont know, my natural hair just didn't feel like me I guess." I shrug, take the tip off the cap.
Flint nods, smiles as he places the box on the floor, ranks his eyes over my face. Studies me like I'm some ancient artefact and he's an archaeologist. Having dedicating his whole life to understanding the creation of me. Entirely fascinated by my seer existence.
"I can't imagine you as a brunette." He laughs lightly, tilts his head further to the side, leans a little closer like he's too far away.
"Neither can I anymore." I laugh, section my hair so I'm able to place the dye at the back of my head.
"Have you always been red? Or did you go any other colours?" Flint questions, his eyes watching my every move, focused entirely on my process like he's trying to commit it to memory.
"I've been red for about two years." I tell him, remembering I went red when I was 15. "Before that I went black and a little before that I was went blue."
I grin at him only to find him frowning. "Fine?"
Flint shakes his head, furrows his brows, scrunches his face up. "Have you always gone to Darwin?"
Nodding my head I frown too, confused on where this is going. "Yeah, have you?"
Flint nods too, deepens his frown. The lines etching into his skin. "I never noticed you."
Laughing slightly I hold a gloved hand to my chest, feigning hurt. "You really know how to boost a girls ego Flint."
"How did I never notice you?" He questions aloud but I get the feeling he meant it more for himself.
