The Mind That Wanders Too Far

Excerpt

A girl through the eyes of Isadore:

Isadore doesn't like girls. He just doesn't. The allure another man, a normal man, might feel towards a woman just wasn't there for him. In all the thousands of years of his life, not a single woman had piqued his interest. He had never fallen in love with one.

But this girl. This girl always caught his eye. It wasn't as if he had fallen in love. No, he was just... intrigued. Not that he ever gathered the courage to talk to her. Isadore couldn't talk to her no matter how much he wanted to, anyway. He wasn't human, his mother explained. No one was to know of their existence. So Isadore was happy just to observe.

Though, in his head, he made plans. Plans to rebel against his mother. He would disguise himself and bump into her one day. He'd say "hi." That was the plan. All that he needed was the confidence to do it.

 He never learned her name, and she never learned of him at all. Over the years he noticed the littlest things about her. All of which he kept to himself.

Her eyes became pools of honey under the light of Apollo. And her hair, which used to be black as night was now a dark brown— lightened by the pools of bright teal in which she swam.

Some days, when she was sad, Isadore noted, she would smile more. As if to assure herself and others that she was fine. Those were the days Isadore wanted to rush out to her and hold her and tell her it was okay to be not okay. But he couldn't. Not without permission from his mother.

The days she was happy, which was most days, the girl held a much gentler presence. Though her boisterous laughs would often ring through the hallways of the university.

One day, Isadore's favorite day, she had gone to school with a new haircut. The long, flowing hair that cascaded all the way down to her hips was suddenly cut short. Isadore was astonished. So was she, he thought. For whenever she brushed her hands through her hair, she would stare in a laughable shock when her fingers glided quickly and smoothly through.

The long hair that she prided in now fell just above her shoulders. A great contrast that drew the eyes of many onlookers. Friends complimented her left and right. She beamed from the attention.

His favorite day was also the last day he saw her. Pulled away by his mother, Isadore would never again visit the university.

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