Everyday Camila enjoys sitting in a deserted underground pool located on the outskirts of Seattle. It wasn't too deserted because skaters inhabited the empty hole in the ground while rebellious artists enjoyed bringing life to the dull broken scene and painting the sky on the ceiling.
Camila simply sat and enjoyed the two worlds collide everyday. She didn't come down to get faded or wasted. She ventured here to admire passion.
Across the pool stood a nameless face selling cigarettes to a girl Camila began to refer to as angel. Angel was a regular in what they called 'The Haven,' but she didn't come to skate nor did she come to make art.
She came to be art.
Angel was Camila's favorite work of art to admire in the haven, or anywhere for that matter. The work lights hung around the premises illuminated the creature before Camila perfectly. Her green orbs would easily be acknowledged from Camila's placement across the pit and the perfect contrast of her porcelain skin and dark hair made Camila imagine Ying and Yang.
Camila couldn't believe angel didn't belong to a famous painting hung up in some foreign art museum. In fact, it took the eye blessing sitting down next to Camila for her to believe that she was a real person. As soon as she plopped down Camila's heart started to erratically pound against her rib cage, her nose instantly being invaded by the pleasing scent of cinnamon. This has to be what angels smell like, Camila's convinced that this is her touch of heaven in this moment. This is as close as she'll ever be to an angel and she was strangely fine with that assumption.
The first thing Camila noticed was that her piercing green eyes were even more intimidating up close. Yet captivating all the same.Up close she could make out all the intricate patterns and the way that they were slightly forming into a blue shade. Her high cheekbones looked exceptionally perfect under this light, probably any light for that matter. Her plump lips formed a perfect 'o' around the cigarette, Camila's chocolate orbs watched her intently as she inhaled the deadly poison into her lungs.
Could cigarettes harm angels the same way they harm humans?
"What's your name?" Angel asks as the smoke rushes from her lips, almost as if it feels bad for virtually killing her from the inside out.
Camila thinks over her next words before leaning back on her hands. "Guess."
"No."
"Why not?" Camila pouts.
"Because I can tell you have a really unique name. I won't be able to guess." Angel explains as she flicks the ashes from her cigarette.
"Camila."
"Camiiiiiiila." The beautiful girl drags out as she watches her weapon of choice slowly burn away in her fingertips. "I knew it'd be unique."
"It's not very unique." Camila shyly responds as she watches a boy stumble from his skateboard.
"It's unexpected," She retorts in-between puffs of smoke.
"Doesn't make it unique."
She offers the cigarette to the smaller girl to which she shyly declines.
"You don't smoke?" Angel questions, slightly bewildered.
"My dad does, it kind of taints you watching your father slowly kill himself." Camila replies as she hugs her knees to her chest.
The beautiful girl doesn't dwell on Camila's statement any longer, understanding the pain behind the words.
"Personality is what makes a name unique you know?" Angel smirks. "I'm Lauren."
Lauren.
The name was so fitting of the green eyed girl before her. It radiated beautiful mystery, just like the angel before her.
"That's lovely," Camila responded, slightly deep in thought. She watched Lauren crush the end of her cigarette under her boot. Camila took the time to notice her dark jeans and black t-shirt, her hair effortlessly wavy. Although she was darkly dressed her bright eyes brought a complete contrast. She was gorgeous.
"Nice choker." Camila complimented before Lauren ran her fingers over the accessory.
"You have no idea." Lauren muttered before standing to her feet and disappearing into the art.
Maybe she was returning to the painting she jumped out of.
