Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}

xxviii

"give a little time to me, or burn this out. we'll play hide and seek, to turn this around. all I want is the taste that your lips allow. my, my, my, my, oh give me love.

*~*~*~*~*~*

he wasn't sure when the girl woke him up.

only that he woke up with someone over his frail figure.

in an alley way.

a dirty alley way.

where she left him to cry,

burn,

suffer.

and all he wanted to do was love her.

protect her.

but she didn't.

because she wasn't in love with him.

in fact she hated him.

coming back to reality,

he noticed the blank faced girl sat in front of him.

sitting with her legs crossed,

with the shorts she sported,

her pale thighs protruded.

she smiled softly at him.

"are you okay?"

she cared?

why?

"um, h-hello? Mr.?"

his head snapped up at her timid voice,

and then he saw her.

her pale pink hair.

her freckled face.

her big grey eyes.

her dimples that showed,

even without her gorgeous, dopey smile.

she looked beautiful.

his head turned towards the end of the alley way,

and he saw the sun slowly rising.

she looked where he was and smiled.

"they sky's beautiful at this time, isn't it?"

and there it was.

m a r a doesn't like sunrises.

"the sun coming up isn't beautiful, it just means that there's another day to hate everything that's made your life shit."

she winced every time he cursed and at his negativity.

"well it depends on how you see it. if you see the sun at a different angle, it might look normal."

she got to her feet and stretched her hand put to him.

hesitantly, he let her pull him up.

walking put of the alley,

hand still in his,

she tugged him to the north,

turning so the mountains didn't block the sun,

and he stopped breathing.

she turned to him,

smiling when she saw his amazed expression.

"but if your eyes see what they want to see, and not your mind, the pictures painted in the morning across the sky look absolutely, undeniably, beautiful."

he turned to her.

"hi, my name's j u l i a."

sincerely, m a r a.