Figments || FIN

0.17: Him 0.1

The urge to reach out and touch his unique face consumed her often.
The wave of emotions she typically felt washed over her as a spark grew in her eyes.
Pain, love, and the eyes that had seen too much
way to early were evident in those orbs.
He was beautiful.
Milk chocolate skin that was smooth to the touch.
The fact that her boney fingers glided over the canvas with ease, made her blush.
Long locked hair that had been dyed, a few pieces unraveling before her eyes.
Sighing she pressed her forehead to his.
Their noses touched
Warm minty breathe mixed in the air.
Opening her eyes she inched further away.
Removing her hand and simply staring at him.
Into him.
The man she'd become fawn of.
The one who shed fallen asleep on the phone with.
Laughed with.
Cried over, although that may have been considered an exaggeration.
Shared her innermost thoughts and concerns with.
Became distant
Every single memory, the good and the bad hint her.
The comment that made them become as tight as they were, the one that made her look at him differently.
The desire to explore who he was abruptly washed over her.
Since then, there had been issues but there had also been times where the two knew love was evident.
It had to be.

He was strange in a way.
Intriguing to say the least.
The type you would get emotional over.
The type you would stay up with, just to make sure he was ok.
You'd break up pieces of yourself, even though you shouldn't have to, just to make him whole
You'd go through things, push aside your own feelings, just to deal with his.
At times, that failed.
Waves of emotions swept through the cracks of old foundations and made things go left.
They looked so beautiful from afar and appeared to be a rare form.
However, in the mist of it all, she sometimes felt confided.
Unloved.
Even with her fingertips grazing along his tense cheekbones, she felt unloved.
Staring into eyes that seemed more distant, yet a hint of elegance, love, and intensity self evident, she knew she was in love.
Or close enough.
Whatever it was, it was toxic and dangerous
She couldn't bring herself to get up in leave, even after he hurt her; although he wouldn't have known.
As the dark milky complexion reached out for her,
realization hit her.
It was him.