My Favorite Camren One-Shots (Part 2)

Grave of Misery

I stood on the old bridge while constantly making sure to fill my lungs with the fresh and crispy air lingering in the atmosphere around me. Somehow it gave me an invigorating sense, to have the coldness running down the inside of my throat, successfully diffusing new energy throughout my body. 

The hours were fading away quite fast and there wasn’t a doubt that dawn was clearly sneaking upon me, the sharp sun rays already cutting through the layers in the horizon. Though, I should have been in bed, dreaming of something illusory I didn’t budge a single muscle to do so, instead I leaned over the railing with my hands folded and my feet shackled to the wood pieces beneath. 

Existing, here, on this deserted bridge while the wind was blowing rawly around me was so gratifying that for once in my life I felt empowerment and in control. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, letting this overwhelming feeling consume me to the fullest as I enjoyed the serenity of the world.

“Never thought I’d run into someone this time of day.” A voice interrupted my bubble of silence and I opened my eyes in an instant, only to discern the source of the invention. Two brown orbs were staring at me bluntly from my side, the petite figure was positioned hardly a meter away and she was barely illuminated by the lampposts. 

Regardless of her tiny silhouette the owner of the deep, brown eyes had slender curves, almost like a painting. Whereas it didn’t matter if the lines weren’t symmetric or made sense, but what mattered was that it was art anyway. Which was exactly what this girl was; art. With dark hair cascading down her sides, the natural ones that you could easily recognize because its form wasn’t an imitation but the real deal. 

And when I looked closer down the rest of her I could spot a grey hoodie, too big for her size it was as it reached long below her thighs. Still I couldn’t decide whether the garment belonged to her or maybe she was one of those people who borrowed clothes a lot. However, in contradiction to her casual choice of clothing on her upper body a bottom of a red dress was bristling under the oversized hoodie, looking like it was suffocating and in desperate need to escape. A pair of very high heels finished the rest of her outfit, ruining the illusion of her being almost as tall as me as the girl alternated her weight from one foot to the other.

My eyes narrowed in on the girl and notwithstanding the unusual apparel what amazed me the most about her was her impeccable face, red roses blossoming in her cheeks from the morning cold and I swooned a bit at the adorable face. It took me a while to realize she’d talked to me and that I as usual was having her wait on my reply, much to blame on my poorly concentrating skills, “Me neither, but I guess faith wanted to surprise us both tonight.” I remarked and offered her a small smirk, my hands finding their way to my back pockets on my dark blue jeans. “What brings someone like you out before the sun has even set? Isn’t it a bit too early for you?” I asked the stranger, she wasn’t the only one astonished to meet anyone this time of day.

“Or too late.” She scoffed almost inaudible and since I wasn’t supposed to hear the first answer she came up with a second one quite quickly, “I’m just out for a walk.”

I lifted my brow, “Alone?”

“I actually prefer to walk alone, if that’s okay.” The girl retorted, plain annoyance in her tone.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, fully aware that my curiosity caused me to unintentionally cross several boundaries, not that it bothered me most of the time. I liked to challenge people and their minds. It brought me an incomparable intellectual pleasure to leave them dubious in their own oblivion.  

Although she didn’t seem to be in the greatest mood she sighed and brought a hand up to brush away a lock of brown hair that had taken its freedom to fall into her face, “Don’t worry. I’m just having a lot on my mind.” The brunette admitted.