The sun's hot rays reflected on my shades as I stared out in the streets of Chicago. The wind sent waves of warm air that rustled the branches creating a harmony of natural sounds as a response. As I sighed, I thought to myself. ''It was another normal summer day.'' The streets were polluted with cars and bicycles as they zoomed by my safe haven and I was seated in my usual seat outside.
My regular routine of enjoying the morning sunshine was soon interrupted by the soft steps of a gorgeous woman. I leaned back in my chair, resulting in the small screech that seemed to catch her attention for a meer second, before she disappeared into the local buzzing cafe like she hadn't seen me at all.
That was the first time I saw her.
She was dressed like a daydream with her soft blue skirt that complimented her vibrant eyes. Her hair freely rested on her shoulders as it framed her lovely heart-shaped face. She was clad with a small black heeled shoe that did wonders for her legs. Her skin was white as snow, the only bump coming from the dimple placed on her left cheek as she smiled to the small crowd of people sitting in the building.
I dropped my book and followed her in right before the door closed. I took a seat in a booth near the counter where she stood, observing her from afar. She truly looked like an angel. With a closer look her dark curls were secured by blue pins that coordinated with her skirt and paired perfectly with her eyes.
Oh, her eyes. She just shot me a single glance and I was hypnotized by her stare. It was sharp, alluring and could cut thru you in seconds. It held a certain depth and a sliver of depression.
Her voice was clear and sweet like honey. She ordered a tea and turned herself around, instantly spotting me staring. Instead of looking away, she gazed right at me and smiled. Her dazzling smile could brighten any room. I was surprised and my expression clearly showed as she chuckled. Taking her drink, she walked to an empty booth where she could see a beautiful view of the city.
She sat facing me, set her tea down and gazed out the window almost in a trance. She looked so sad and even though she was a stranger, I wanted to wipe away that small frown. I was shocked by my sudden change of behavior and had to cough to shake myself out of that irregular state of mind. She was a stranger, after all.
For the third time this morning, she looked up at me and I stared back. This time, I smiled, she smiled. She said hi, I said hello.
''My name is Harry.''
''Claire.'' she stated, hidden behind her white cup.
Those were the first greetings of many and we both knew it.
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The sound of your heart beating // fiction
Kısa HikayeA sad fiction of a widowed man's journal full of stories about his deceased wife. ''She was so fragile, so weak but so breathtakingly beautiful. I don't know if it was her graceful walk, the way her hair fell in front of her chest or it was just ho...
