Blaire Williams A name that spelled; T•R•O•U•B•L•E in big red bold letters, yet like a moth to fire, I wanted to get burned, I needed to get incinerated, enveloped in flames until there was nothing left but ashes, It was already tattooed on my skin, already stitched on to my frontal lobe like a regretful decision, like a phobia, like a first time.
I remembered when God lost that Angel, that day I will never forget, the day A date and a painful memory came back to hurt me further, But I wanted to feel that pain again, to feel human again, to remember what a beating heart was like.
-"Alice?" I found myself whispering, I looked at the girl sitting by the rocks, was she here alone? Her hair was longer, was she back to finish the job? I stepped away from the fest. only for a few minutes, I wanted to take a picture of the lake, now that the moon was full and high, the stars would reflect perfectly on to the lake, like a black mirror it was close to complete darkness, but I had a good camera and I wanted it for my blog, I had waited a week for it, but this girl, had stolen the show from the stars themselves. She turned, her expression, swollen with what looked to be held tears, why was she sad? I held my camera in my hands almost as if it was a dangerous weapon. I took a picture of her instantly catching her attention, she shuddered and focus her vision on me, and then I noticed that those green eyes weren't Alice's.
I knew I had to get closer, I wanted to at least. I knew I had made a mistake when my usual charmer smile wasn't doing much, her face twisted into fear, I felt like I was taking a picture of a wild animal, if I breathe too heavy they'll run away, if I'd show my intentions, they'll take flight. -"I'll delete it if you want" I bargained for the price of her to not escape me, to stay here, my attempts were looking to be futile, her body tenser with every step I took closer to her, then I noticed, the bandages, was she okay? It would be rude if I asked, right? -"you just looked so great" I appeased her, like a mystical beast, like one of the ancient goddesses, I didn't want her to leave, She took a closer look at me as her body relaxed slowly, and her attention turned to my camera, -"I know the feeling," she said quietly while waving her camera in the air, it wasn't out of its protective bag, but I knew a cannon when I saw one, a photographer like me, seemed like there was something I could relate to, I began to get excited -"You're a photographer?" I asked her not wasting any time to show her that I was not going to hurt her. Now near enough to appreciate the freckles adorning her face, and her eyes full of wonder and innocence, I knew she wasn't Alice, Alice's didn't bare such a green, but I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. -"Yeah, I guess you can say that" she was hesitant to answer, but couldn't help but find her bashfulness pure. That night I met Blaire, something that didn't sit well with me was how fast she trusted me, She allowed me to invite her out for a drink, I mean I wasn't going to hurt her but, the thought of her trusting someone else, that just left her wide open to be hurt. I didn't worried though because if she was going to Lakewood I'd had opportunities to get closer to her and I was. I did stay behind to make sure that her so-called stepbrother came for her, she wasn't sitting on those rocks because she was lost, she was sitting on those rocks because she was sad, I've seen those eyes one too many times, on the mirror, because they looked like mine, her green eyes resembled mine. Her stepbrother eventually came and it was time for me to leave.
