sad boys

you appeared like a word,

"did you hear me?" i asked, moving closer to him as i waved my hand in front of his face.

he didn't even seem to notice my hand.

what's going on?

"yes, i heard you." he grinned in a cute manner as he looked forward, his braces showing as the sunlight hit his face.

he looked ethereal.

"oh."

"i didn't want to answer your question because . . . well, you're a complete stranger, and i don't know if i should trust you."

"it's okay, i understand. it's just . . ." i paused for a moment, inhaling the fresh air as the wind blew my hair.

"just what?"

"i thought you were deaf for a second." i chuckled, turning my head to the left, seeing the bus coming towards our stop.

"i can hear clearly actually," he smiled, suddenly grabbing a long metal stick that was leaning against the wooden bench behind us.

"i just can't see anything."

in the pages of my favorite book.