Breathe

Grey Skies and Hidden Lies

   Sanjit tripped over herself to catch up to Illya and his long legs.  Sanjit's hair was a mess by the time she got to him. She blew her hair out of her face and slightly pouted.

     "Hey! What is that supposed to mean," Sanjit questioned.

     Illya looked at her, fury and amusement branding it into her existence. She counted to ten to reclaim her balance and train of thought.
Relax, he isn't going to explode. The anger is always there, it's okay. It is okay. Sanjit whispered in her mind as she gazed into his eyes.

   They both seemed in a lock with each others eyes. It came to Sanjit's realization that they couldn't figure how to get out of the stares they were giving each other. Sanjit shattered the eye contact looking off into no where.

      "Illya?" Sanjit tapped his elbow, seeing that was basically the only place she could reach on him.

    Illya still stared down at her, only blinking. He stepped forward, Sanjit took a careful step backward. Ready to bolt.

   Illya caught her hand and gripped it, hard. As if knowing that she is a runner and ready to run, he probably did know. Even though they had just met, Sanjit felt a  connection of understanding of some kind between them, that she just couldn't seem to shake. It was weird, she didn't like it. She swears.

   She pulled, though she knew it was not worth trying. She would fail horribly, and she did. Illya seemed in a daze and he pulled her to him. Sanjit's wrist felt like it was about to snap. Illya gave her a hug, it lasting a good while. He then moved away, grasping something out of Sanjit's hair in the process. Illya's glazed over eyes went back to normal and he shook out of his odd trance.

      "О Боже... Isvini, comrade. Something was just..  It was in your hair and it seemed you Ne-..."

    Illya stopped himself as he was talking as soon as he realized he was stuttering. Sanjit had to admit, it was quite cute. But she could hear the tick in his voice. Sanjit nodded and smiled slightly to herself, as the sky looked at her, she stared right back.

     "Could you teach me Russian, Illya?," Sanjit struggled out as she glanced at him. Illya laughed, making Sanjit look at him.

     "Of course, little one." Illya smiled lightly. Sanjit smiled back, just then the bell rung.

     " Are you aware of all your high school classes, Illya?" Sanjit muttered. Illya rubbed the back of his neck, looked up, closed his eyes, and after a couple of seconds he responded.

     " Where is biology class?" Illya finally asked, accent thick and present.

     "That is my next class, come. I will show you." Sanjit quietly responded and began to climb the stairs to the new wing.

  When Sanjit and Illya got to class they separated, Illya taking a seat to the back. Sanjit took her usual seat next to the window, separated from the rest of the people. Only the outside nature to keep her company.

   Ms. Tilda walked in and looked at the class, said good morning, then breaking right into the lesson.

  This was the life that belonged to Sanjit. Ever day, she could never go out, it was forbidden by her mother. She was Rapunzel, only with a tragic story, and without the beauty.

    Sanjit was rattled her out of her thoughts by a pair of icy blues. Illya's eyes were just like the thin sheet of ice, you know, the kind that breaks easily when you step the wrong way. The kind that just appeared and protects you, but rarely does, from the sharp daggers of water. Because it seemed he could crack under pressure just as much as anyone else could.