Beyond The Eyes

Hurricanes

Dragged along the ocean sand, putting my hands through the bits and pieces. The rain was pouring down on us. I shivered from the brisk wind that blew my damp hair back. My eyes were glued to rough waves that were coming closer to us. My clothes were drenched in water, but I didn't mind. The beauty in the rain made me feel alive and free. I ran closer to the sea, brushing my fingertips along the water. The ocean was freezing, but I didn't mind. I wanted to throw myself in and refresh my warm body. I want to swim, to dive, or finally live. I wish I could, but I would get sick. I didn't want that. I sat down, allowing the sweet rain to run down my bare skin. On my pale skin were shattered raindrops, falling down until they hit the ground. The sand was wet and muddy. The feeling grossed me out, but I dealt with it. The fury storm was music to my ears. I wasn't scared. Through the violent waves, I saw a sheet of lightning. I smiled, closing my eyes. My smile disappeared as I fluttered my eyes open. The water washed up to my feet. The coldness tickled my toes, making me smile again. "I find myself comparing you to the girls that I know already. I apologize for that, but I can't help it. You're very different," Jacob said, shouting over the storm. I looked at the ocean in his eyes. I watched the enormous waves. They crashed into mine as he turned his head. His waves were rocky while mine were calm. Through his eyes, I watched a hurricane form. Meanwhile in mine, there was a sweet flowing river on a spring evening. Where a soft sunrise would appear over the horizon. In his, there was no sun. It was only the moonlight that lit up his sky. The sound of his waves crashed so harshly. I enjoyed the sound of them, so I kept staring. His eyes were intense and dark. Although they were a clear blue sea, they had a sense of death to it. I saw the pain of despair and misery through his eyes. I wondered why I saw those things. Maybe that's what he was feeling. I wondered why his eyes were locked to mine. "Did he see the same things I saw in him, in me?" I asked myself. I let my eyes escape his, falling down his pale skin. Clear raindrops were running down his skin. I saw goose bumps formed on his upper arm. I wondered if I touched them would they still be there? I haven't touched him and he hadn't touched me yet. I wondered what it felt like to touch him. Would it be exhausting and painful? Or would it be sweet and gentle? Maybe it was powerful and passionate. I soon figured out it was the third possibility. I moved to his arm, wrapping my hand around it. I stared at the bullet of lightning going through my wrist from his touch. I moved my hand away. My hand was laid on my thigh, still stinging from the touch. "There is no need to apologize," I finally caught my breath, answering his question. His crystal eyes were still observing me, stalking me. I had an urge of laying my lips on top of his, but I was afraid. Our touch, skin to skin, was so powerful and strong. I wondered how it would feel like if it were lip to lip. It would probably burn through my flesh like a hot fire. I kept my thoughts to myself as I waited for him to answer. "Yes, there is. It's rude that I compare you to girls," he replied. His fingertips rubbed against wet jeans. The sound of his voice was making me melt inside. He continued, but it was soon interrupted by the sound of the harsh thunder. I looked back at the dark sea. It reminded me of the scenery I found in his eyes. "I think you're better than them. They would never do this with me," he repeated. My eyes were locked on the brutal waves that crashed into us. I imagined they were his eyes. "Do what?" I mumbled. "Sit here in the middle of a storm. They would be too worried about their hair or makeup. You don't care," he smiled. I guessed he was smiling because by the end of that sentence, his voice got high. As my head turned, I found out I was right. "I don't care about most things," I stated. "We have a lot in common," he replied. I nodded, observing the empty beach. The only souls that were around us were our own. It seemed like that everywhere we went.

Looking behind us, I found a trail of footprints. A smile was plastered on my face as I turned back forward. Jacob was walking next to me, only a few inches. I saw his hand right next to mine. I felt like grabbing it, holding it tight, but I couldn't. He stated that he doesn't do relationship. I don't do them either, but I crave the feeling of being loved. The stories I make up in my head about falling for someone is just fiction. I want them to become reality and as I walk next to him, I want them to be with him. My mind was talking loud, but nothing came out of my mouth. The storm was clearing up which made the smile on my face vanish. I felt stable as my feet stepped onto the concert. Sliding my shoes on, I felt someone's eyes on me. "I really like being with you. I like how we don't have to talk. Your presence is nice," Jacob said, breaking the comfortable silence. I'm not sure if he was flirting with me or friend-zoning me. I put my hands together, making our way through the empty parking lot. "I really like being with you too," I stated. My heart was beating so fast as I felt his hand brush against mine. He instantly pulled it away which made me feel disappointed. "The bus will be here in a few minutes," he smiled. I wanted to kiss his smile; hard, yet light. The temptation was eating me away. I nodded my head. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking about. "Why was I thinking so much about him," I asked myself. I can hear the sound of the bus coming down the street. Splashes of puddles flew in the air as they drove down. The bus stopped in front of us. I looked through the semi-dirty windows. There was not a person on the bus. "I'm really happy I met you. You're such a good friend," Jacob smiled before stepping inside. My heart sank into my chest. My feet were glued to the ground below me. I wanted to drown myself in the ocean. I stepped up the stairs and onto the bus. Walking down the aisle, Jacob was sitting in the back. I sat down and decided to drown myself in his ocean. His eyes were dark and gloomy, but it reminded me of how I was feeling right now. I didn't mind. He stared back into my sunset and smiled. My hands were trembling by my side. They were hungry for his touch. "It's getting late. I think we should go home," he replied. The bus was running, but it was going to be a long way home. I laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer to my chest. "If I'm such a good "friend," why is his heart racing as fast as mine?" I thought to myself.