her pov
I was drawn to the way chestnuts curled into the peaks of his earlobes, he was such royalty to me it was an understatement to call him beautiful.
It wasn't until this very exact second that I noticed his ripening knuckles, they were tender and crimson, dried crusted over scabs of gashes were held on four out of five knuckles, and I couldn't not gape at them.
"Hypocrite."
I was shocked to hear his voice again, the low rumbles slow and steady, peaceful, beautiful.
"How-" I started but he was so eager to interrupt me that his words were out of his mouth before I could even process the rest of that sentence.
"I get lectured for being rude for staring and not even five minutes later I'm being watched at like a damn painting." I was shocked to say the least, "Surprised I speak?"
He smirked. Fuck.
"I didn't lecture you." I chose to ignore his victory sentence at the end.
"Oh please." He leaned against the back of the bench so he was facing the scenery that my back was towards, his right shoulder brushed against my left shoulder before he scooted three inches over as if my skin burned him.
"This is why my impression on you is kept to myself."
"That's a good thing, because mine is too."
He was impossible. His eyes left mine for minutes and I wondered where the hell this damn bus was.
He didn't speak after that. He just stared at the woods behind me as if Bigfoot was climbing trees back there.
"Stubborn, strange, misunderstood, confused, underestimated-"
"I'm not confused," he retorted quickly, "misunderstood maybe, but only from prejudice people like you."
"Prejudice?" I yelped with shock, my neck tilting to the side with a look I prayed would kill. "I'm opinionated."
He chuckled a chuckle that seemed as if he chuckled once a year, I didn't know if that was more forced or more put out there, but I was left with an embarrassment slash shut down clear on my cheeks as I turned away.
He was wearing a long sleeve again, yet as I looked onto the magnetic atmosphere, the humidity stuck to my eyes.
"Strange." He muttered what I was once again thinking. Yes, strange. He was so strange that it wasn't classified as strange, more bizarre to me, he was ranked under a subject so underestimated, something I marked him as: underestimated.
I didn't answer his previous remark, changing the subject quickly.
"Why are your knuckles bleeding?" I didn't look at him, but he looked at me. I was too scared to face him, because even from the corner of my eyes I could see clouds of steam floating around his ears.
With piercing green eyes never leaving the side of my cheek bone, I felt holes burning my skin, he wiped his knuckled against the back of his ripped and overworn jeans, his eyes never losing track of it's prey: sadly me.
And it was his turn to refuse answers, and out of all the things I wish he would answer me on was one thing: who is he.
We sat in a silence that he seemed to enjoy, but I found myself wanting more. From the way the wind played with the curls on the back of his neck to the way his eyelashes cuddle into his cheek bones every time he blinks, he was a masterpiece that I could admire until admiring was out of fashion.
And for days I would watch the boy in long sleeves sit on the opposite bench from me, playing with pebbles built into this earth for awkward yet comfortable moments like these, or he would fumble with the cigarette behind his ear, the one that is freshly replaced after ever one that's smoked, or he would stare at his fingernails as if a movie was being played beneath them, or he would look at me, he would look at me like I held the world in my two palms, he would look at me like I could give him the key to happiness, and I looked at him like he was the key to happiness.
Every day, every god dammed day he would walk away from the street we stopped on, and as I entered the resource of my paychecks every day, watching the subtle windows begging for peaks of him, I would see his lingering bones ache up the steps into the city's children's hospital.
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