Eternal Beauty

2

I was left alone in the room when the movers finally left the room bare besides the full-body mirror that shapes it. Gone where my things, the things you left me, the precious memories that were carved in the wood, etched in the metal and scorched in the frames. Each a memory of my appreciation of you. Ones that I can no longer bear to view and for once I am grateful of this new family.

Speaking of new family I have yet to meet them. Hesitant to leave the comfort of the room I've been so long in and turn my weary bones towards the door and from then on into the hall of this second-story home. I stand above the stairs as I can make out the voices of several men who roam in and out of the home and countless of other rooms on the first floor. Each step causing my anxiety to raise a bit.

Its been so long since a new family roamed these halls.

It was now or never and I knew I wasn't getting any younger to view the new family I would wiggle myself into. The stairs made no noise as I descended, stopping at a couple steps before I reached the first floor to view all the old furniture that was being hauled out, from paintings to old kitchen wear and many other trinkets that the previous families left behind.

I had finally made it off the stairs after I willed myself to see the rest of my home. One that was welcoming another family. I made it to the arch way that opened up to the living room, one that had a couple men planning where furniture and other nick-knacks that would fit each of their personalities.

"Gabe, we can figure this all out when we actually have the furniture in," groaned out a male who sported blonde tresses which laid right above his shoulders that enhanced his god like physic and in turn eyes that reminded me of melted chocolate that was left far too long in the sun. He towered over his companion who's hair was the riches brown I've ever laid my eyes on, however to add to this was dyed blonde streaks that shaped his angular face. Yet his eyes, oh his eyes. They were a clear shade of blue that I could remember that I would remotely compare it to would be a soft lithodora flower, ones that use to bloom in my mother's garden.

"Shut the fuck up Luke, I'm just trying to get a feel of the house! Since these lazy ass fuckers that previously own this shit show of a home left their shit behind, my heads been in overdrive on what to fill it with." The vocabulary that could rival a sailor, I couldn't stop the cherry red color that painted my cold cheeks as I try to ignore Gabe's vocabulary. However, he was correct, there was tons of furniture that was hoarded here by every new family that decided to take residence here. Some from when I first moved in to the last resident, the old tenants never wanted to take anything with them; it would remind them of the tragedy that was cursed in the house.

I stood here, hidden behind the chipping arch way as Gabe continued to ramble about the state the house was in. Complaining how the walls were an ugly yellowing white paint to the amount of old paintings that littered the walls and the horrific sofa with stains that he didn't want to even know about. With his long list of growing complains, I smiled in my hand, believing that this may be the first time someone has ever criticized the home under such scrutiny.

I shook my head as an ever hypnotizing smile carry out on my lips as I turn my head over towards the kitchen. I could hear more of them in the kitchen and by more I believe three were discussing the state and value of the appliances of said kitchen. Before I even knew it I was half way towards the kitchen as I caught another man who had a head of crazy sandy blonde curls that rested high above his ears that framed a gentle heart-shaped face whose eyes remind me of vibrant grass stems that were adored by the sun. An adorable smile played out onto his lips as he passed by my frame as he, mostly likely, heard of Gabe's complaints.

As if in a daze by his smile, I shake my head to rid of the image that flashed in my mind and finish my walk towards the kitchen. In this room the air was filled with tension, two men each having an idea that would bring the kitchen glory yet dismissing the plea from the final occupant.

"No Marc, we're not fucking putting a dinning room table in here if we already have a room specifically for it!"

"Well I don't care North! Where am I going to practice all my coffee making at if I don't have any space with your giant ass in the kitchen!"

"Brothers please do not fight, we've just gotten here. Can we not settle this after we've gotten proper sleep."

I wince as I stop myself from going into the kitchen. Both men continue to shout at each other, trying to see who's idea sounds better and will ultimately be chosen for the kitchen. However, in the process they've drowned out another male who had been trying to get them to stop their pointless argument about the kitchen. I leaned forward to catch a glimpse of a golden hoop, beautiful multicolored shade of sea-foam ocean eyes and the well-toned behind of a god.

Leaning back and covering my face with my hands as I recall the image that I've been blessed with. Gulping sightly I've decided that the other family members would have to wait till I've cleared myself to continue drinking up the appearance of those I have been blessed with so far. Each respectfully carrying a comfortable position in my wanton head. 

"How will I ever get through this if I can not get through in meeting them all," mumbling under my breath as I finally have the courage to walk through the kitchen walk way.

I swallow down a gasp as I lay my eyes on the men whose presence suffocate the room. By the old refrigerator was a hunk of a man who was the embodiment of the sailor men of the harbor who did bowel work and were the type of men that instilled fear in the hearts of poor innocent girls and women alike. He was a tall young man whose golden skin glowed under the dim lights from the curtain-less windows, his hair a dark russet color that had seem many nights of pulling which contrasted to the gold hoop in his left ear. Eyes as dark as wet soil after the rainy season that I've come to adore to the strong feature of his untamed brows.

Away's from him was another man he just had a shouting match with. His amber colored tresses contrasted the mismatched colored eyes of sea-foam green in one and the receiving ocean waves in the other which were adorned with a glare and a grimace as he stared distasteful at dark and brooding. Lastly, the man closest towards me was a very tall man whose shoulders were as wide or maybe wider than the front door. He was huge compared to any of the other men I've seen. Hair that I believed was as dark as the night, eyes that were as deep and soulful as dark bronze which carry exhaustion and sadness as he looks back and forth between the other men.

It was moments like this that I wished I was a living person. One that could have normal conversations that would diffuse the sky-rocketing tension that vibrated around the room. I mean I could do something that would diffuse it but also send my new companions to packing their bags and leaving this home and I in the dust. That or I could possibly wait it out for them to make up or leave to view the other members of this peculiar household.