Lena
walked
into the room
and sat on her bed.
She smiled at me,
and I sat up.
She
leaned
into me.
It
was
excruciating
to
resist
the
urge
to
kiss
her.
"Could you hand me that book?"
She pointed
to the paperback
on the nightstand.
So I did.
The next thing I knew,
I was reading
Great Expectations
to her
as she was
tucked under
her covers.
I said the words
slowly and softly,
because
I personally
didn't want to stop.
When she
fell asleep,
her breath quiet
and her lips parted,
I tucked
her bangs
out of her face
and sat by her bed.
I liked
the way
she looked
when she slept;
so peaceful
and so blissful.
She was a
different kind
of beautiful,
I realized,
not the kind
you lust over,
but the kind
you come home
from work to,
or the one
with flowers
in her hair,
the one
dancing in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles of Us
Ficção AdolescenteLena is starting over. A new house, a new school, a new life. Little does she know that by starting over she realizes that she can do something no one else can. And she can also see someone no one else can.
