Breaking Ice

7.

The sun filtered through her hair casting meek shadows on the grass ahead of her on that Sunday morning. She was an ethereal goddess, one who walked on clouds and sprinkled magic with each twist of her hips. My heart never had a chance, how could I have not loved her? Everything about her was perfect, her deep, rich brown skin, the thick eyebrows she refused to tweeze, her crooked nose. She had character, its seeped out of every single crevice of her being. Men catcalling her were in for a rude awakening. They were unaware just how much of a badass Melanie was.

She took everything she wanted and always outstretched her hands to others. Liquid gold. That's what she was. Expensively valuable and always on the move. I was perpetually unable to keep her in the palm of my hand. One day I asked her why that was the case and she responded smugly, "What makes you think you deserve to keep me trapped in your hand?"

I met her in the spring, in Kaepernick's Park, while I was walking to my mom's place. She was playing frisbee with her dog, Spark, and her infamous bad aim caused the flying contraption to slam into the side of my temple at full speed. First, she laughed while Sparked jumped excitedly. I was about to release all of hell's fury on her but then I caught her eyes, dark and wide, a different shade of black. It shimmered in the sun and enticed me to stare even more. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, raising a hand to touch the dent on my forehead. Her touch felt cool under to throbbing skin.

"Um, yeah I'm fine, I'm good. They say scars are attractive so," I ended with a nervous laugh.

"Oh please!" she exclaimed placing both hands on her hip, "You're going to be fine and no, you're not going to have a scar. But as an apology, please let me buy you coffee."

Coffee. I hated coffee. But I already liked her. 

So we went. We talked. Sipped. 

Then we fell in love.

It was a rush, we were sitting across from one another, four hours in, and drank in the other as our cups of joe went cold. She traced the lines on my hands and asked me if I believed in destiny. 

I did.

After the coffee shop kicked us out, we, Melanie, Spark and I, walked home at a snail's pace. We had already worked through each other's childhood, hers with having five older brothers, and mine with being alone in an apartment and having no father. But there was still more to talk about, even the crack in the sidewalk screamed excitement to us. How? I'm not sure, just hearing the words fall from her lips was enough to keep me intrigued. When we reached her apartment building, she leaned in and asked if I believed that fate was the reason her frisbee went rogue and attacked me.

I did.

She then asked if I were bold enough to give her a goodnight kiss.

I was.

Author's Note

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This chapter is much shorter than normal, and that's because I wanted to give a very brief look into the relationship Kai had with Melanie. I will expand more on their relationship as the story goes on. And don't worry, chapter 8 will be up before you could say hickamadoodle.

Thanks for the continued support. 

xoxo