Infinity/ Short Story

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I stared at myself in the mirror. Brown hair. Brown eyes. I'm a basic brunette. I got closer to my backward look-a-like. I looked. And looked. and looked. I wanted to gouge my eyes out and replace them with green. I wanted to cut my hair off and dye it red. I wanted a smaller chest size. 

"Roman! Get down here! You're going to be late!" My sister, Eva, shouted from downstairs. Even though the closed bathroom door, her voice rang out loud. I flushed the toilet and ran the water to make it believable. I shut off the water and turned, once again coming face to face with myself. I put on the realist smile I could muster.

I pulled my sleeves down and reached over and pulled the door open. I guess my sister heard my footsteps, once I was downstairs she stood there with my bag. Once I was settled to leave she pushed me out the door. 

"Have fun, Roman! Don't show them your tattoo!" I never moved off the front step. 

I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to be set up. I didn't need my sleeves accidentally rolling up o expose the tattoo. Doing this involves talking. I turned to look back at the house. I looked at the window and saw Eva watching me. She made a shoving motion. I turned back around and walked down the steps. I never let her see the twitch of my lips. 

It felt like hours before I got to the end of the street, where right away someone came and approached me. 

"Roman?" He asked, I just nodded. He had green eyes.

"Dylan?" I rasped out, I cringed at how my voice sounded. The redhead nodded and motioned for me to follow him. I couldn't help but admire his hair. It looked so soft and looked the perfect shade of red.  

"So..." We had stopped in front of a small diner. From outside I could smell the strong scent of coffee. "Panic?" 

I gave him a look that he returned. 

"You like Panic! right?" A small smile twitched on his lips before turning back into a deadpan expression. I looked down at my shirt. Sure enough, it was my Panic! shirt. I sighed. 

"I meant to change out of this," He laughed. At me. 

"You're good. I'm a fan of Panic! At The Disco too." He rolled up a sleeve, I hadn't noticed he was wearing a really comfortable looking tan sweater.  On his arm was a simple P!ATD on his wrist. I smiled. 

"I have an almost exact tattoo! Except the exclamation mark is actually a semi-colon," I rolled up my jacket sleeve, His hands carefully pulled my arm up so he could examine the marks. 

"I was thinking about that since I got the tattoo in May. May's Mental Health awareness month," I actually smile smiled. He let my wrist fall back to my side and pulled the diner's door open. 

"Ladies first?" He bowed as I walked in. I couldn't stop the giggle that passed my lips. 

We got seated fairly quickly. 

"So, Roman?" I looked up from the menu that was slide in front of me.

"Yes?" 

"Can I...show you something?" I nodded. He rolled up his other sleeve. "I do this fairly early in a date, to see who would run. Everyone normally does," He places his arm on the table. "No one wants to date someone who would outlive them." 

On his arm, placed right in the middle of his forearm was a gigantic infinity sign. I felt my mouth drop and I pulled off my jacket and placed my own arm on the table. 

The exact same symbol laid on my arm.