Ruby

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There was this girl. The first time I saw her was in a cafe. The cafe was a small, dim place tucked away in a run down shopping center. A bell chimed when she walked in and it caught my attention because it was rare for anyone to visit the cafe.

She had chocolate brown hair which she wore straight down to her waist. Her eyes were blue with grey specks which over time had turned more of a grey than a blue, but still the same beautiful. Her crimson lips contrasted perfectly with her porcelain skin that was fragile and delicate as a flower. She wore thick lensed glasses with black frames and always carried the same old book; she never let it out of her sight.

Her book reminded me of the old journal my grandfather would always be reading or writing in; he never went anywhere without it. I never found out what was in the journal until after he had passed and left the journal to me. In it was diary entries from the day my grandparents met to the day he passed. He encouraged me to journal everyday when I met someone special, but I didn't take it seriously until I saw her. She was definitely someone that needed to be written about; someone I wanted to write about every second I spent with her or just admiring her.

Once on a rainy day when the sky was mixture of dark clouds hovering over us, she looked up and smiled as we crossed one another on our way to second period. Her lips barely showed any movement, a smile that that was barely there, but to me a smile all the same. She was truly beautiful. Not in the way of looks, but deep down she was beautiful. She was nothing like the other kids in our school.

Once in English I turned and asked, "Which page did Mr. B assign us to complete?" She looked up, surprise covering her face in every inch. Her lips slightly parted as she hesitated before saying, "Pages 74 and 81."

Her voice. It was gentle, but strong. It was sweet music to my ears. Her voice stuck in my head; how smooth her words came out. I could never forget the sweet sound of her words as they slipped off of her lips. I would kill for one more day where I could just listen to her talk. She'd tell me all about her day, the poetry she read, the stories she's writing, her plans for tomorrow. I would do anything just to have her presence around again.

Having her around was peaceful. She never thought anyone noticed her, but I did. I always did. Her presence gave me some kind of hope and happiness. Ruby was so kind and angelic. She was so pure and ready for anything it seemed like. She could do no wrong to anyone. I looked up to her as my inspiration. I was so taken by her that if she ever left, i would be lost. Honestly. The world needed someone like her, she had so much to offer.