Breathe

Fire and Ice

After the little encounter with Sanjit and Illya, Sanjit felt very flustered and the odd feeling of butterflies. Though, they weren't the butterflies everyone describes. The fluttering of the stomach and that rising and falling through air wasn't exactly what Sanjit felt. The butterflies Illya gave her were more like, cicadas. Heavy, annoying, and very hard to ignore. Rolling around and fluttering in her insides, clawing their way through her organs. The clawing feeling had her feeling faint and lighter than usual, so she insisted that she went home. Illya insisted even further to walk her there.

They walked in an awkward silence when Illya broke the ice that was so cold it burned.

" So, you like poetry?" He questioned timidly.

Sanjit looked at him through the corner of her eye, curious.

" Yes, why?" Sanjit questioned back.

"Just light conversation, Take easy." Illya said in the Russian accent Sanjit was getting well acquainted with.

Sanjit smiled slightly, though she could feel the sinking depression of another lost life on her hands sinking in.

"Maybe you like to tell some?" Illya looked over at her, his eyes were scary, Sanjit found herself thinking. They sometimes reminded her somewhat of fire.

Sanjit knew this fire would never flicker or die out, for there was always anger that could ignite the flame. For a moment, Sanjit just stared at him and tried to see his angle.

"Sure, I guess so." Sanjit inhaled and exhaled nervously, wiping her sweaty palms on her clothes.

"Okay. The clouds so gray, but what can I say?
They see the dullness in me.
It's hard to unsee,
Even harder to be.
But gray has become comfortable with thee.
I let people down,
The curse is black and brown.
Internally I wear a permanent frown.
The crow of the bird, doesn't go unheard.
Because death is what you can call me. I cause havoc everywhere I go. I'm not like others, I do not glow.
I'm imperfect as perfect, the scars...
Are they worth it? I guess we'll never know. My brown skin is now close to snow, but who cares?
No one will ever know.
Though I must be grateful and draw on a smile.
The day of the gray, goes on another file." She finished reciting one of her poems she'd written. Sanjit opened her eyes to see cold slits.

  "Who is it by?" Illya asked, staring down hard at her.

"Me," Sanjit whispered looking far out and down the road.

She couldn't look at Illya right now, she couldn't bare his judging permanently angry face. Sanjit told herself not to look, she warned her desperate eyes. They looked anyways, into the orbs of a man that only speak with his fist.

   "Would you like to hear mine?" Illya stated, not really asking.

Sanjit nods awkwardly, "Uh, yeah sure go ahead," ready to get the spotlight off her.

Illya nods and begins.

"I knew of girl that felt the world. She Felt pain of every death, and pain of life. She regrets being her to be precise. She wanted to lighten weight on worlds shoulders, when the world laughed and went to flee, Despite desperate plea. The world skimmed through the dimmed life of others. Everything was ponder, the rain drops Sliding down the sides of everyone pale boring faces. Then one day she saw a face amongst a space. A face that was strange, a magnet that she wanted to avoid. A new feeling amongst grief and depression was put In place. She Couldn't tell, too many gaps in space."

The whole time Illya said the poem, he stared into her eyes. Burning, engraving every meaning of the poem into her skin, and it hurt. Sanjit knew he'd just made it up with his choppy English I words.

But she still gathered the courage to ask, "Who is this by?" She challenged ice upfront in her voice.

Illya's eyes burned as Sanjit's froze over. Sanjit didn't like therapy, especially when it's from someone she hardly knew.

The fear was no longer there, only Ice and fire. Then the unthinkable happened, Illya's eyes softened. For a split second she swore she saw his flame flicker, die out, then start back up again. Sanjit found herself staring into his eyes, wondering if the fire would die again and Ice would replace it.

"I'm not sure." Illya lied, staring back into the huge mismatched orbs.

Whatever moment and emotions were floating between the two, disperse. They broke their eyes away from eachother, everything back to how it was. Sanjit looked down at her beat up faded glory shoes, Illya looked off then to the tangle of hairs on Sanjit.

"We should be getting to home." Illya said heavily.

Sanjit nodded and tiptoed beside his heavy foot steps. She walked silently down the road with her mad hatter in tow.

Whatever you say, Sanjit thought to herself...

Human torch.

Dedicated to @beanie_13 comments like yours, help me go on. Thanks very much.