It was everything I dreaded all at once, people looking, people wispering, being wisked away by someone I had known 5 minutes. Wether that person was nice or not, didn't really matter. Aris was a nice boy, a nice looking one too, he didn't even really know me but he was trying to make me feel better, I think, either that or trying to murder me.
He was too pretty to murder though, well that's what I hoped. He was a skinny, gangly boy with, dark dirty blonde hair, good completion and stunning blue eyes.
Aris had eyes like no others I had seen before. His eyes didn't hold secrets or lies, just loyalty and compassion. Pure blue pools of crystal lagoon water surrounding small black beads, the door way to his heart. No secrets per say, but perhaps untold truths, truths I would uncover.
Once we had passed throught the canteen he took me up a rickety steel ladder that lead out onto the roof of the building. He showed me the darker corner that looked out over the entire scorch, undisturbed.
"Mr. Jones, secrets lie behind your crystal eyes" I said sitting down on the edge next to him. "You can't call them secrets, they are just untold stories Miss. YN." He said looking out across the dark dessert I had flown over mere hours ago. "I can if they are stories you aren't willing to tell sir, so I ask of you, tell them me?" Speaking poshly wasn't my intention, I inteded to speak seriously but the two mix together in my brain and I just end up sounding Shakespeareian. "Which one do I start with?" He said smiling at me, seeming glad I had asked. "Who was she Aris?"
"Sonya" he said turning back out to the dessert and fading moon. "Waht happened?" I said sympathetically. I had this sort of conversation so many times in my life and only ever been the one asked once. "I never told her I loved her, but she's gone now" he looked at his hands and sighed as I put my arm around his shoulder and watched the moon fall beneath the dunes.
'Be grateful for the youth you have'. The one thing I really member being told by my mother and father before. I didn't really remember them but I knew I was raised by them for longer than everyone else was raised by thier families. I suppose it was good we were made to forget becuase being truthful, I don't wanna remember my family, I don't think any of us do really; well I know chuck did but he was just a little boy. But what's the point in remembering the past when people say 'the past only holds you back' I can't be held back anymore, I need to tell him, soon but maybe not today
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Eyes as black as night.
FanfictionA chaotic YN x Newt story with a love triangle, a new kind of disease and a few new characters x
