11:48 pm.
The sky was pitch black, besides any lights from nearby shops or streetlights. It was New Years Eve, a cold December night. The air was crisp, and every time she talked you could see her breath in the air. When she talked, she would never look away like everyone else. She would look you dead in the eyes, trapping you into those hazel eyes of hers. I never knew why she did that, but it made me feel like I had some sort of purpose in this world. I don't know how, but it did. Her voice was neither too high nor too deep, it was calm and soothing.
She was so beautiful. Honest. I mean it. She had a slim button nose and hair that reached her waist. Her eyebrows were straight and thin, but they had this sort of arch that made them look astonishing.
Her hazel eyes always changed colors, depending on the sunlight. I always loved that about her. If I could, I would stare into her eyes for days on end. Her smile. Oh god, her smile could light up a whole entire universe. She had such straight, white teeth. Everything about her was breathtaking. Her dark purple hair would always illuminate my eyes each time we drove past a streetlight or a gas station.
She was so beautiful on the outside, and on the inside too. She would always make sure that everyone else was happy before she was. She would often ignore any questions asked about herself because of that. She was one of the nicest people I ever met. She was all about helping people. Young, old, and everything between.
She was so outgoing once you got to know her. She always made an adventure out of everything, even if it was just us walking to and from the corner store.
She wasn't the happiest person on earth, but she always pretended to be. She would change the subject when I asked about how she felt sometimes. She was humorous, and she never insulted anyone making any jokes. Ever.
She was into the arts. Painting, photography, filming, writing, etc. She was also into technology. She was planning to major as a web designer. She was super intelligent, even though she always neglected it.
She was so amazing. I never would've thought that I would've met someone so wonderful like her in my whole entire life.
She was sleepy on our way back from the park. I don't think she remembered this but at some point we were walking home, and her hand was in mine. She put her arms around my waist and hugged me.
"I'll always be here for you okay? We'll figure out a way to work things out." She whispered, her breath turning a part of the air into a thin white line.
A smile lit up her face. It seemed like as long as she was in my life, everything else would be okay. God, I was so in love with her.
We walked in silence for a couple more minutes.
All a sudden, the lights went out.
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hiraeth
Teen Fiction(n.) a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.