Gray

As the white in the sky.

" I can recall looking at him, staring,

Hoping to catch his glare

As if it was a rebound of some sort

His back was hunched,

his eyes were dimmed

Beauty was all I saw in him

I took at look at his wrist

And suddenly wished

I could heal each cut ..

with the touch of my lips

His name was Gregory-"

Gregory was as dark as his soul, and I was as bright as the white in the sky. Nevertheless I, Shannon Andrews, wanted nothing more than to make gray with Gregory. I had watched him sit in the same spot alone everyday at lunch. I say that in the least stalker like way possible. Like everything some of you will understand and others will not.

Anyhow I realized that I have an attraction for people who isolate themselves. Yes, I am fully aware that those are sometimes the most dangerous people you can involve yourself with because well.. They are dangerous. But I couldn't help that as days past my desire for Gregory grew stronger.

I don't know what kind of force pushed me to actually do it but,I found myself walking towards the table occupied by the sad boy...

"Hello" I said as I took a seat next to him,realizing seconds after I hadn't asked if I could even join him at his table.

He looked up from his book to see me, and went back to reading what looked like a Steven King novel. He was so indifferent. That turned me on.

His music played at a volume loud enough that I could here be was listening to Jazz, I'm not that into jazz but I'll have to admit the song was pretty pleasing to my ears. Clearly speaking to him wouldn't get a response. I took outlet my notepad and ripped a page of it put.

I meticulously jotted down a note, and passed, it to him.

His response, and the first words he ever said to me was " I don't know why I like Jazz" I couldn't even find a way to continue out the conversation.

"Why are you sad?" It was all I had left, and all it took to piss him off.

"Why are you even here ?" He snapped

"Maybe I thought you'd be a cool person-"

"Well I'm not!" He growled

Why was he so hostile ? I had only been trying to start a conversation with him.

He has no clue what he does to my insides when he shuts me out of his little world. Every time those eyebrows furrow my internal realm explodes in a liquid form.

Every time he pushed me away it bought me closer.. If he wanted me I leave him alone he was better off being nice to me. The nice people always get ran over. It would have only been a matter of time.

"Maybe you need to be alone! Suits you well" I grab my things and walk away secretly hoping he'd pull me back. He didn't though...

He must think he's shook me off his shoulders, that I would never speak I him again. Haha silly boy-