Ambrosia

The Boy Who Never Grew Up

My foot wobbled as I tentatively balanced on the hand railing, the busy street below me bustling.

I steadied myself, my foot stopping it's wobbling.

"Careful you don't fall Sweetheart," a familiar male voice said.

"I know my limitations," I replied, just as my foot slipped.

I raced to steady myself, only to realize I would fall.

Then a hand grabbed my arm, steadying me.

"Your limitations seemed to proceed your knowledge," the boy said, looking up at me, a smirk on his lips.

"I do not need your help," I said, ,trying to yank my arm away.

"You may be stubborn, but I have no desire to watch you fall," he shot back.

"I will not fall," I said, yanking my arm away and standing up.

Or trying to.

I leaned inwards and slipped, falling.

Straight into the waiting arms of the boy.

"You won't fall?" He said mockingly.

"I said 'will not'. Not 'won't' Pretty boy." I smirked, clasping my hands behind his neck.

"Oh it seems I got it wrong," he grinned.

"You did indeed," I murmured as he leaned down, his lips brushing mine passionately,"You did indeed..."

I unclasped the necklace, staring at the diamond momentarily, before opening the draw and dropping it in. I shut the draw firmly.

I sighed and took Thomas' ring off, setting it before my mirror.

I stared at the ring then my eyes glanced up into the mirror.

My eyes were violet and wild, my hair was straight and light and I had a fair complexion.

"Your eyes are purple."

"I know."

"Why?"

"Because it's how I was born."

"But why don't I have pruple eyes?"

"Because it's not how you were born."

The boy's lips trembled as his eyes drooped.

"But- uh I'm sure you could get contacts!" I said, waving my hand frantically.

"Contacts?" His eyes light hopefully and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Yeah."

"So do you have contacts?"

The boy's question took me by surprise.

I smiled then shook my head.

"No. I was born with the Alexandria's Genesis. It's a disorder."

The boy smiled and laughed.

"I think purple eyes suit you. They make you look even more beautiful." This time the boy was older, around 15/16.

I was also older and I blushed.

"You're flattering me," I blushed.

"And you're being modest," he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I smiled, laughing as he touched his forehead to mine.

I blinked, my eyes growing darker. I smiled, then glanced at the ring and felt a lump form in my throat.

I stood up swiftly and padded over to the bed, drawing the covers closer to my body.

I shivered and stared at the ring, sighing. I stood up and and grabbed the ring, setting it back on my finger.

"I love you Amb."

I heard Thomas' voice, heard the sentence he had said so many times.

And knew that I had to find the truth.