she was beautiful

~ two ~

     The speed of Mary's feet hitting the ground as she ran wasn't anything compared to the rate of her heart beating furiously out of her chest. It seemed like every step she took made the ever growing horizon get blurrier and farther away.
     Once Mary had run out of breath and sunk back to reality, she realized she didn't know where she was. But hell, that was the least of her problems. The giant trees towered over her, making her head spin with more anxious thoughts.
     Mary dug through her pocket and pulled out her phone.

     Andre, he'll definitely be there.

     Mary clicked his name and listened to the heartrending sound of the phone ringing. Ringing. And ringing.

     Andre didn't pick up.

     "Always, why do I always fuck things up?!" Mary yelled to herself. Her mind flashed with images of the girl she was talking to. Her bright ginger hair, pulled back into a bun. The way the girls eyes stared into her own making her heart almost stop beating entirely.

      She couldn't help but compare herself to the girl. Mary could never be that daring to just hug a stranger, or as confident as to not just run away.
     And she couldn't ever be as beautiful.