The Shadows

Neon lights.

"Uh..." I'm dumbfounded as I stare up at her, I don't quite know what there is to say.
She is completely grayscale, her eyes white with black bleeding in from the edges of her irises. Her hair reaches down to her shoulders in beautiful waves that shine under the disco balls lights.
Her face is slender with sharp features. But they also have a hint of softness to them that relaxes me and makes me less scared of her. Her eyes slant outwards slightly like a cat. She has two hoops looped next to each other on the left side of her face, and a hoop passing through the right side of her nose.
She stands almost a foot taller than me, and her stance reminds me of a predator eyeing up its prey. Guess that's me. Wouldn't be the first time.
She's beautiful, her face contorted slightly in guilt at my evident anger and fear. Ugh, regret. I stare at her, suddenly aware of how weird I must look, but I can't help but stare.
"I'm sorry" she apologises, glancing off to the side and bending down slightly to better address me. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to say hi and..." She trails off, a concerned look in her face. I guess it must be weird that I'm still staring. I can't help it. She's just so...
She bends down further so her eyes are level with mine, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry.
"Hey, are you okay?" Oh no! I didn't want to worry her. Um, what do I say?  What do you say to someone like her?
My eyebrows knit together as I look up at her, unsure of what I'm about to say. "You're so... TALL!"
She looks slightly taken aback at my explosion of words as my hands automatically come up to my face and squish my cheeks up. Her eyebrows raise for a second in pure shock before she laughs, and I get lost again.
She giggles and it sounds like bells ringing in perfect harmony. It's so beautiful, like her. I swear for a second I see her skin flush into colour before returning to grey. But it could have been a trick of the light I guess. She looks back down at me with a smile in her face and I try not to swoon as she starts talking again.
"I haven't heard that one before!" Great, so now I'm weird. "Actually, I'm about average height, I think your just small." She smiles as she says this.
"I'm not small." I pout slightly as I lean back against the wall, trying to hide the hurt I feel. I should be used to people calling me small, but it still hurts slightly. Does that matter so much?
I cut those thoughts off as I see her lean besides me and attempt to light a cigarette. The lighter she carries dances light over the black gloves that stretch up her slender forearms.
She goes to light up the cigarette, but misses and manages to set her glove on fire instead. Involuntarily, I giggle as she waves her hand around to put the flames out before they spread.
"Shutup." She says playfully, smiling at me as the flames go down. I notice her face fall slightly and I wonder if I should say something when she takes her glove off.
She lights her cigarette but I'm staring at something else. Her hand. It glows in the dark club, a thousand colours cover her hand and crawl up her arm, each reflecting the light in it's own unique way, painting a galaxy up her arm. It's beautiful. Why would she ever hide this?
She lights her cigarette and shoves the glove roughly back over hand. She turns her face towards me to catch my reaction, but I am lost for words.
She pulls that worried face again and I have to force myself to not break. God, what is happening to me? I don't understand these feelings. I am having a hard time controlling myself.
It's dark in the club and I am having trouble seeing properly. So, I reach for what I believe us her arm and grab it gently. I feel her flinch slightly beneath the fabric but she seems to shake it off. Maybe she trusts me?
I gently lift her hand, careful where I place my fingers around hers. I slowly pull the glove off over her hand and grip it tightly in my hand. I pull her hand closer to my face so I can see the glow of them properly. I look up at her and she looks scared almost, by my reaction. I smile gently at her and take a deep breath.
"This is one of the most amazing things I have EVER seen! It's so beautiful. It's like a galaxy has been painted on your arm!" she seems to relax slightly at my words and I see her smile again out of the corner of my eyes. I cough quietly out of nerves and release her hand swiftly, giving her back her glove and watching as she slips it back over her hand, still smiling slightly at me.
The smile turns mischievous and her eyes slight as she cocks her head to the side. "Your kind of a freak, huh?" I back up a bit at her words. I stare at the floor as my eyebrows furrow, displaying my discomfort at the statement. I'm sure she meant no harm, but...
"Yeah, I guess I am..." I trail off as I stare at the floor, wishing to be swallowed up by it.