the first time he saw her, it was because she was wearing a fluorescent tangerine-coloured flower in her hair. it stood out against the white blond of her curls, the petals coiling around the side of her scalp like one of those crocheted hats he'd seen someone wear once. she was sat on the edge of a little rocky cliff, hands on her knees, swaying like a dandelion in a particularly gentle wind. if she hadn't been wearing that flower, he probably would not have paid any mind to the girl at all. she seemed to blend into her surroundings, a detail that only intrigued him further.
he couldn't exactly tell from the way that she was facing - her posterior to his anterior - but he assumed that her eyes were closed.
it had been a nice, breezy day, perfect for staying outdoors, but she looked as if she was permanently fixed to that cliffside. like she'd been, and will continue to be, stuck there through rain or snow.
he didn't know why, but he imagined her huddled beneath a blanket in winter, face turned towards the stars, her bright flower moving with her hair in the wind. he so desperately wanted to see her eyes. were they blue as the spring sky? or dark as a hazelnut shell?
he shook his head. he was getting ahead of himself. thinking about her before even knowing her name? he moved on, although it took quite a bit of convincing himself that he would never see her again, what was the point?
he was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the girl glance back at him, and went to bed that night trying to rid her from his mind.
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Submerged
Short Storyhe watched from afar as she sunk, deeper and deeper in her misery. and then, when he finally worked up the courage to pull her out of it, it was too late. because when it came to her, when it came to the girl with the sad eyes and the flowers in her...
