Eyes, eyes that resembled the vibrant shade of emerald pools glistening beneath the warm glow of the high-noon sun. Eyes that also displayed little to no emotion but if polished properly, everything could be seen.
He was looking at his reflection, perfectly aware of his narcissistic nature and his delusions of grandeur.
Even with the thick crimson liquid seeping from his nostrils down to the tip of his chin and the edge of his well-defined jaw, he still felt attractive.
He subconsciously smeared the ichor against his glossy, golden brown skin with the back of his hand. The faint and bitter-sweet taste of metal printed itself into the creases of his lips.
He carefully studied the blood that had dried up on the back of his hand when he noticed that his body was trembling from the vast amount of anger he was holding in.
There was an immense feeling of anticipation trapped inside of him, anguish and frustration that had been pent up for years.
He subconsciously smeared the running blood again with a wipe from his forearm when he unexpectedly felt his chest ache due to a memory.
A memory he believed he had discarded long ago, it once made his face burn and his heart race but now, all it did was remind him of how desolate and pathetic he was.
She held his jaw in the palms of her hands, thumbs caressing the smoothness of his cheeks feeling his silky brown skin for what it was, purity.
Her thumbs hovered above the bruises, over the muted shades of violet that were accompanied with scattered flecks of the broken scarlet capillaries.
He parted his lips as if to say something but fell anxious when she offered him a wry smile and a hazy ominous stare. For a blissful moment, they stood together with their bodies touching, her small chest pressed up against his upper abdomen and his arms dangling by his side unsure of what to do.
Her smile grew.
Abel immediately took a step back, cupped his face with his hands and let out a series of pain-filled groans.
Arabella merely scoffed watching him as he reacted to the pain she purposely inflicted.
"Who did that to you?" She asked him after a few seconds had passed by, her voice sounding distant and dismissive.
Abel held back from replying to her, instead, he lowered his hands away from his face and looked directly into her eyes.
He licked his quivering lips and then slowly began to shake his head.
"Do you even care?" A tired sigh followed his question.
The words that ebbed effortlessly from his lips had admittedly taken Arabella by surprise but, she wasn't going to express that.
She didn't feel the need to respond to his question, or rather she didn't want to respond.
Silence devoured the space between the two once more.
The corner of Abel's upper lip tugged upwards into a smug smirk.
She carefully watched the tall boy as he collapsed onto the brown leather couch behind him, he leaned backward on the long cushion and tilted his head upwards towards the ceiling.
Arabella said nothing as she continued to exam the prominent, horizontal bruise that was stretched across the center of his face.
She strode over to where he sat on the couch.
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STARGIRL
General Fiction"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place" (AM). - Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart breaking. She was the girl with the gleam in her eyes plucked from the stars themselve...
