Sight

Sixteen.

                  

AVERY.

I've been a wreck lately, having dreams about my father, seeing Ria the way she was, it was worse than a knife to the heart.

I wasn't able to see straight, I was distraught and wound up. I wasn't able to contain my inner thoughts as I could, my inner emotions.

I walked round and round the streets and I saw a man walking in the opposite direction, it was hard not to keep my eyes on the agile, built man, his striking jawline, his deep chocolate eyes, the intensity set in his lips, he was complex, it was easy to say he was beautiful.

The boy looked up and I saw his chocolate swirled orbs cloud with realization, "You're... Avery, aren't you?" His deep voice felt as though it passed through me, my heart contracting at the mere closer sight of him, dumbly I nodded.

"I know Maria, I've seen her talking to you a lot." He added, upon seeing the confusion set in my features.

"I'm Seth." The wind got knocked out of me, "Seth Lockhart." He formalized, I continued to nod.

"It's just, I haven't seen Maria around lately." He continued and I noticed a certain blush creep under the pallor of skin.

"She had an accident, she's in the hospital." My tone was disgustingly steady and my stomach shuddered in fright and repulsion.
His eyes grew wide, fear investing itself and showing clear, "How? I don't understand. I saw her only... this Friday, in fact." His tone was flustered and laced with worry.

"Saturday morning, she fell and her skull cracked against the marble of her bathtub." In my mind I was in tears, I was anxious and unable to piece myself together, on the surface, however, I was heartless.

"How could this-" Aggravated he ran his long, slender fingered hands through his smooth, slicked back hair.

"She's at the Oarlocks' Hospital, room 203. You could meet her there." On hearing the information his head snapped up, and small grateful smile on his face, "Yes, thank you." He nodded and walked around me, in the direction I came from.

"Wait." I called out to him and he turned, "How to do you know, Maria?" I asked, my voice being carried with the chill of the whispering wind.

He smirked, a knowing smirk, as though think back on a memory, "We have AP English together." He smiled and turned back around and soon disappeared.

That was strange. Random, beautiful boys didn't show up unnoticed in this pathetically small town, it simply wasn't possible, then again there is Daniel, he would be as gorgeous and as whirling as a deadly storm, but in his chest a dark heart beat, and that was where he fell to his knees.

Whenever I thought of Daniel, all the dark thoughts, thoughts almost as dark as his heart, raided my mind, assaulting my reasoning. I thought of Skye, and my heart ached with guilt and with heart break.

No, I wouldn't do this. Not now.
Shrugging back my shoulders, my fiery red hair following suit, I walked down the streets, coated in the warmth of the morning light, with my head held high, my heart twisting with fear and mind corroded with that of its thoughts. I walked and I hoped to find peace.

MARIA.

Seth had left, he told me he had met Avery on the street and asked her where'd I'd been lately, I blushed.

He stayed and we talked about the vile hospital foods and their freezing waters, of the delicious colored skies and the boring days when not surrounded by those you love, of movies with unnecessary music and of books that touched our souls. Of foods that made us cringe and of those which warmed our souls, of fears that we never overcame and thrills we wish to experience, we spoke of everything and slowly my heart grew bigger.