Your Beautiful Eyes

Your walking down the busiest street in London, just admiring how beautiful this city really is. You’ve lived here for almost a year now, and you’ve been studying at UNI to become a professional visual artist. You’re still caught up in watching a small girl feed some pigeons when you bump into someone, your cell phone flying out of your hand when it hits something hard, muscular even. You look up with deer eyes at the person you’ve run into exclaims a quick, “Sorry love!” You recognize Tom, a boy who lives in the same apartment complex as you.

You laugh and say, “It’s quite all right, I should’ve watched where I was going, is all.” You smile at how much your British accent has grown. You still have more of a Canadian accent though.

“Why don’t we go for a cuppa? As an apology from me?” Tom asks you, pointing to a small cafe across the street.

“That sounds lovely.” You reply, and he gently takes hold of your wrist and you both run across, almost getting hit by a impatient taxi in the process. Tom holds the door open for you, and you walk in, going to sit in the booth at the back. Tom joins you and after you both have ordered a simple tea, you start talking about yourselves. You find out that Tom is a bronze medalist in diving, and you tell him about your dream to sell millions of your drawings. Time flies by and you finally notice the time when your cell phone rings, you got a text from your flat mate, Alicia, telling you she won’t be around for 2 days, going to see her boyfriend in Ireland or whatever.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” Tom blurts out.

You smile at his awkwardness and say, “I’m free tomorrow.”

“Okay, so would you like me to pick you up, maybe go for a film or something?”

“That sounds perfect.” You reply with a smile.

“HOLY COW! IS THAT A FLYING PIG?” You hear someone shout from a table closer to the front. You and Tom stand up quickly and look out the window, gasping as you see a black and pink pig fly through the air, oinking nosily at some pigeons standing on a phone wire.

“You know, I’ll never forget this day.” Tom says, now looking at you.

“Well it’s not every day that pigs fly right?” You reply still watching the pig.

“No, you don’t see that everyday. But I’ll always remember this day as the day I met you, the only person I’ve ever met who’s stole my heart so quickly.” You slowly turn to face Tom, and smile. “This is the day that’ll flash before my eyes, right before I die. I won’t see a bright light, instead I’ll see your beautiful eyes, telling me that everything will be alright.” You can’t contain your smile at this, and quickly give him a kiss on the cheek before telling him you’ll see him tomorrow.

You run out of the cafe, and call down a taxi as fast as you can, but just before it can dive away, Tom opens the door to your left and slides in with you, mumbling something about no point in having two taxis, going to the same place after all. When he looks up at you, you get lost in his gaze, and somehow you end up kissing in the backseat of a London taxi. The first kiss of many, Tom would tell you later as you look through all your scrap books, memories that will be cherished forever, even after Tom see’s your beautiful eyes, one final time.