Shattered Crystal

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Classes had started. It was Algebra or Physics. I wasn't paying attention really. It was raining outside. It has been looming since it had been this heavy.The water was staining the window and flowing down like a river. it looked beautiful. The wind was so strong that occasionally it would actually blow open one of the windows and send papers flying every where. The class erupted in screams for a while and the teacher would use a whole 5 minutes trying to get every one to calm down. That was the only time i took my eyes off the view outside. That and when the new guy asked me for a pencil or notebook, or something I am sure he had as well.

"Crystal? "

It was rehearsed, I tell you.

I turned and faced him, "Yes?"

"The notes from the last term..."

I tried not to roll my eyes. I reached into my desk and pulled out my old dusty notebook. I really did not care for this subject at all. I handed it to him and he held my hand a few seconds too long before I pulled it out quickly. Looking at his baby blue eyes gave me chills. I heard pellets hit the window and I turned excited with the hope of hail. I gasped seeing Wallace standing right outside the window. His hair stuck to his face like glue making him look ridiculous with a wide smile plastered to his face, I snickered.

"What the heck are you doing outside?"

His eye brows creases and I realised he could not hear me. The awkwardness that had been around with this guy who seems quite too happy to see me disappeared at my momentary distraction.

I bit my lip suddenly feeling giddy. The teacher was still going through am equation when the wind made an entrance disrupting the class once more. I used that chance to sneak out of the room. Laughing to myself, I used the nearest emergency exit and met a soaked chest. The laughter bubbled out of me when I looked up and met Wallace, his eyes were sparkling like the kid he was on the inside.

"It's raining, Crystal!" He yelled above the rain and I grinned looking up at him.

The day I lost everything, I had woken up in a hospital bed with the world's biggest cast on my leg. My head had been bandaged like I was being prepared to be a mummy. I couldn't feel wither of my arms and the only thing I could hear was the rain from outside. The light was dim in my room. I was glad that my eyes were spared from being blinded. My heart didn't settle though. I couldn't speak.

It must been about an hour after I gained consciousness when the nurse walked in and realised it. The doctors checked me and after that is when I heard the news that changed my life forever.

Whatever pain killer they had given me must have made my ears fuzzy because the next thing they said had come in bits. Bits that I had out together in my head to break my heart. The doctor was female, middle aged probably. I felt like I was drowning as she talked, her words sounded so far away the only thing I was making out was by reading her lips, I was beaten up during the accident so bad that I couldn't even make it to the burial.

The time in the hospital had to have been the most trying moment of my life. I had been there battling with why I should go on. Rehab was so much worse than probably the accident I don't even remember.

I had just lashed out at the fifth nurse that day who tried to get me to Rehab when a guy wobble din, in crutches as well. He looked at the nurse as he exited my room and back at me wearing an amused expression. I had seen him a couple of times, some one in his family must have been one of the staff because every one knew him. His name started with W or something.

I remember he chuckled and I had rolled my eyes turning away. I didn't hear him come close until it was too late. He was talking about whatever it was that I didn't care to listen to until he had his fingers under my chin turning me to him. I met his amused grin with my tear streaked face and watched as it fell. He then used his fingers to wipe my tears away, slowly he brushed back the hair that stuck to my face.

"You don't look as scary as I had heard you to be." He muttered under the breath that brushed my face. He held out a hand as he balanced himself on one crutch.

"I hate this as much as the next guy, so why not help each other out."

May be it was his confidence with how he spoke to me or his easy going smile. When I sat up, that day with the world's largest cast holding from my thigh going down to my foot, I had decided to live again.

Rehab started being fun.

When I started to stand up from my wheel chair, there he was, my new best friend standing at the end of the aisle barely balancing on his one good leg grinning like a fool edging me on.

Getting to this point was ugly.

I remember the first time I had tried and ended up crashing ungraciously to the ground in a heap of my own self loathing tears. I had knocked over the nurse with my crutches so she was down too cussing to the ground as she got herself to her feet and dusted herself off pasting on a smile.

"Let us try one more time, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and using my hands, I grabbed at the rails of the aisle and brought my self back up. Once I was stable enough to reach for my crutch, my fingers brushed a new set of others reaching for the same crutch. They were scratched up and there was a bandage that reached up to the wrist. I had looked up and there he was. The same guy from that day. He wore his stupid smirk and stared at me.

"You actually came," He had told me and I rolled my eyes snatching the crutch from his hands and slowly getting back to learning how to walk for the second time in my life.

I hardly remember that time any more when I look into his goofy eyes. He was soaked, hair stuck to his face and nose already pink. I laughed knowing how bad his colds can get. Standing in front of me was the most adorable guy I had ever met. How every one else doesn't see that is beyond me.

Stretching up on my tippy toes I brushed the hair that was stuck to his face away from his eyes so I could stare at him properly. I lowered my hands to his hands and laced our fingers together pulling them to my lips so I could kiss them.

He had some light scars on his knuckles. Scars that I caressed. Scars that showed the battles with his demons that he won. Looking back, I noticed his smile had wavered a little and I frowned curiously.

Even though he didn't speak, I could tell the doubts that were starting to creep up in his mind as he started to look everywhere but me. I held his face again and made him stare at me.

"There is not one dark thing about you."

The words had barely left my mouth when he captured my lips in his own. And just like that my heart continued to beat.

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Rachael stared at Crystal from the glass window of a classroom and sighed looking at the window opposite her where Felix stared. Confusion marred his face as he clenched his hurting heart. She could understand his pain, his confusion but even magic had no cure for a broken heart.