It probably wasn't a very safe thing to just go wandering 'round a forest with a stranger, but The Girl couldn't care less.
At least someone would talk to her without stepping around their words like she could break at any moment. She was already too broken to fix.
Like a cracked glass ornament.
Like the devils mirror- shattered- each piece drifting through the sky and making it seem as though the beautiful things were horrid. Too bad that was just the beginning to a fairytale, and the girl was the unwritten ending.
A Happily for Never After.
There was never really a reason for The Boy and The Girl to tramp through the forest on a cold morning, if only it was to get away from mouths that never stopped.
The ground was covered in frost, but even through the cold air, the birds were singing.
They walked for a way while the shadows seemed to lighten. With The Boy leading the way through the wooden maze and The Girl wondering how to start a conversation and if one was needed.
Finally she said the only thing that come to mind.
"Why do you smoke?"
The Boy jumped.
"Fuck, you gave me a fright." He said, turing to look at her.
"Why do you smoke?" She repeated.
He shrugged and looked down at his shoes. "It looks cool."
"So does lung cancer and empty wallets." She muttered.
"Whatever." He called over his shoulder.
The Boy stopped walking at the base of a old pine tree and pulled his hood back.
The Girl finally saw him clearly now.
With his face covered in pimples and too small eyes.
With his eyebrows too bushy and his hair oily, possibly unbrushed.
With his lanky build, dark clothing, stretcher in his ear.
His face long and pointed his mouth set in a line of abandonment.
He was absolutely stunning to the girl.
He was lost like the wind and unbalanced like the earth.
The colour of blue resounded in him, calm, dreamy, vibrant. The distant clear sky that appears when the day looks overcast and dreary.
It wasn't love, it was hope she saw in The Boy.
It was the way he held himself with a manner of being trampled on that made her realise there are people just as fucked up as she is.
His heartbeat in front of her pondering whether or not it should give up.
She hoped this wouldn't be the last time she saw The Boy.
"We're here." He said interrupting her thoughts.
He was staring up into the canopy with clouded eyes.
Above them sat a treehouse.
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Sorry this is so bad and that I took so long to update. I'll try make the next chapter better (no promises).
-PoisonedByLeadAndInk
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