Leaving my heart behind

Chapter 6. Learning about her

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SANYA WAS quiet as she slipped into her parent’s room, although she fell over quite a lot, tripping through the house. I winced, trying to steady myself... her... us?... every time it happened.

Yeah...

I could relate to falling down a lot.

She grabbed a light blue backpack and silently ran to the bathroom. How could someone so clumsy be so nimble? It made no sense. Even while falling down she did it elegantly, gracefully, and in a way that drew you to her, making you want to help her. The feeling was empty of pity, though. So strange, and fascinating. She made you want to laugh along with her when she fell, shake your head, and offer her your hand. It was... fascinating. I could tell this even though I was the only one there.

When she stepped in front of the mirror, busying herself in removing the correct clothes, socks, cream and toothbrush from the back-pack, I couldn’t help but gasp, which caught her attention, and her head snapped up. Curiosity.

“What?” She questioned, but she realized what was going on as soon as she heard my thoughts, and her word turned into a mumble as she blushed scarlet.

I frowned, and panicking, she closed her eyes. Her thoughts were loud.

What do you mean, I’m gorgeous? No, I’m not. Bella is. Alice is. Rosalie is. Leah is, Esme is. Heidi, Jane, Renee. Renesmee, and Kim, and Emily, and Claire. Not me.

Disgust.

Why... how could you... I mean... look at me!

I finally interrupted her rapid flow of thoughts. Well, I can’t look at you, Sanya! God... Open your eyes and let me see!

Demanding.

Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her eyes, and each fist, which she had balled up. I looked over at the reflection, eyes wide, and she let out a breath I hadn’t realized she’d... we’d... been holding.

It was the girl from the dreams, the twelve year old vision of... beauty. She was human, and she was beautiful.

Sanya snorted, and rolled her eyes, which brought me to them.

Her dark brown eyes were wide, intelligent, taking everything in, even with worry taking over most of them, they sparkled, telling me so much. She was happy; always. It was in her nature. Her quiet, bright little eyes assessed me, and although they were hers, with a hint of my awestruck expression, the pink lips wore my expression, till I realized this, and gave her control.

And when I did that, a wary half-smile stretched over them, and grew as I continued to see her. She was happy of my assessment, not agreeing, but enjoying it. I take it she must get this often, yet she dismissed it with little appreciation but nothing more.