Part 6
I look at her, expressionless. Her eyes reflect back in mine--all sorts of colours.
She doesn't smile, she doesn't move an inch. She just stands there and looks at me, silently blaming me for the hurt she'll never admit she's feeling.
I smile at her solemnly--she does nothing.
Her brown hair lays on her shoulders beneath a backwards snap-back, her skin a beautiful shade of gold and her face layered with freckles. She's taller than me by a few inches, but I look back down at my feet awkwardly.
I step to the right and leave her be.
I'm not shocked to see the next girl, but my body says otherwise. I get chills looking into her bright green eyes that contrast with her darker-toned skin, she's beautiful--just like I remember. Religion set us apart, but we will always be bonded by what we shared. I smile at her, and she grins flirtatiously back at me. I hug her gently, her small body fitting into mine comfortably. My chest warms knowing that we ended on a good note, and that she'll find happiness in the near future.
But then there's... Her.
To be continued...
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Blind Poets
PoesíaPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
