His lies

How i meet her

She existed in the beauty of darkness, darkness shrouded by summer skies that are filled with thunderous clouds threatening to clash but the air blows warm with the promise of hope. This is where she flourished in delicate pink dresses and black doc martens, contrasting like the sea and the sky successfully deceiving us from guessing her story. She lived in a big glass house on the better side of town, her parents had money and i'd seen her around town with the popular group yet she didn't behave like them, not abusing her privilege, she walked miles everyday to and from her school on the opposite side of town. She is always alone, ignorant to the cars speeding dangerously close to her on the narrow roads passing her as she walks submerged in music along the double white lines which border the roads. This is where i see her everyday as i drive to work; i graduated high school last year and have been working as a mechanic, the first time i passed her it was after school and it was lightly raining the misty kind she looked so free, she didn't care her hair was getting wet and that she was stepping straight into puddles splashing dirty water up her legs, everyday i slow down just to watch her she was complex and magical each day becoming more so, as she graced me for mere seconds a day until i could no longer simply drive by because something had changed on this day, this time for the first time she was running no music, only the speeding cars and water being splashed into the undercarriage and her desperate feet hitting the floor as she appeared to be running away checking over her shoulder this is when she stepped into the road in her state she had broken free of the refining white lines and stepped into my headlights. I hit the breaks and we both stop panting, adrenaline running. I move to get out my car and she stand staring at me and realising what just happened and she begins to say how sorry she is and blaming herself, saying how she wasn't looking where she was going. I tell her it's ok and now out of my car begin to move towards her cautiously she lets me get to her i hold her hands she's shivering in the cold her black hair is damp clinging to her cheekbone and latched onto her eyelashes in single strands, pleading to be brushed aside yet i resist and insist she get in and i can give her a lift home. The mention of home breaks her trance; which was allowing her to trust me, she pushes away from me and remember she was running, she backs away repeating again how sorry she is, but that she has to go and before i can say another word she takes off into the trees, which align the roads edge i begin to shout after her but i hesitate what could i say and before i can think she's gone just a blur dashing between the trees.

I didn't see her again for a few weeks after that day, twice a day i drive down the road she'd been the highlight of the day seeing her looking completely free walking down the road. I felt strange i was nobody to her, i didn't know her name nor she mine yet i cared deeply for her, because she brought me small joy in a ordinary life