She always noticed how he watched her from the other bench.
Some might have found it scary or odd, but there was nothing scary about him.
He was a lanky boy, with a mop of short brown hair that was dyed silver at the ends.
A look of intense concentration was always etched on his face, as if he were desperately trying to capture her in his memory.
Even from across the park, his stormy grey eyes pierced into the side of her face; he was always staring.
She used to feel uncomfortable, scrutinized and inspected, but now his gaze felt almost comforting.
She felt protected in a strange way, being watched by the grey boy.
He never approached her.
Maybe of fear of rejection or maybe because he was waiting for her to come to him.
Either way, they were both at ease sitting and watching, the weight of his stare like a security blanket around her shoulders.
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Grey And Blue
Teen Fiction-excerpt- "She was a pretty sight to see. She'd look even prettier if she smiled. But she never did. Only watched, silent, thoughtful, blue. Blue hair, blue eyes, blue girl. A beautiful, blue, strange creature." _____________________________________...
