A Library of Short Stories

Opposites

Opposites (n.): People or things that are totally different from or the reverse of someone or something else. 

She and I were opposites. Like a cat and a dog. We both knew of the other's existence, but we never spoke. I secretly knew about her interests. My eyes would gaze at her from afar and hide away when she turned in my direction. I longed for her, but knew that we couldn't be close. We were nothing alike, so there was no way we could be closer than we already were. 

She had pumpkin colored hair that was curly and long. It decorated her shoulders and back with its gorgeous color. Her skin was the color of chocolate, rich and deep. Patches of her skin are a warm cream color, contrasting to the darker parts beautifully. Eyes the color of polished gold stare into the sky with a warm sense of hope and comfort. Her smile warmed the soul. She was shorter than me, but she made up for it in her larger personality and heart. Her body had perfect curves and she looked to have no flaws. Everything was proportional, perfect, and flawless. Her hands looked to be well cared for. I had never been up close to her, so I knew nothing else. She symbolized all of the good in the world, it seemed. She represented hope, day, warmth, kindness, and love. Everyone would prefer to be with her. So would I. 

I was her opposite. I had Egyptian blue hair that was straight and short. There were bangs that nearly hid my eyes, due to my hair being untouched for so long. My skin was the color of alabaster, shining under the light in an odd but fascinating way. I had freckles that were thought to be those of the stars by those who have come to me. Eyes the color of eminence (a shade of purple) stare at the cool water with a cool sense of grief and longing. I hardly smiled, leaving the soul questioning my roots. I was rather tall, my smaller personality hiding within this hollow body of mine. I had long arms that seemed almost inhuman by nature and long legs I used for the hunt. I was unproportional, flawed, and imperfect. My hands were covered in scars from my hunts and my struggles. I couldn't go up to her, not with this body of mine.

The sunrise was coming. I moved to the hill covered with white moonflowers and sat. She was on the hill covered by sunflowers. She didn't sit, however. She stood and turned to me. I looked at her, our eyes locking.  She smiled at me, making my face turn red. She started walking over. I did the same, meeting her in the middle. She was still just as gorgeous up close. I reached my hand out and she placed her hand in mine. Her hands were rough, unlike what I thought they would be. "Your hand is soft and smooth," she says, her voice revealing things I never knew about her. She had a fiery temper that hid beneath the surface. "You have flaws too..." my voice seems to whisper. "And you have perfections too. And I'm in love with you too." My heart skipped a beat when she spoke those words. I moved my lips to gently touch hers. She kissed me back, almost as gently as I did. the sun and the moon were both in the sky now, filling the world with color. Darkness mixed with brightness. We pressed our foreheads together, smiling softly. 

The sun was beginning to rise and the moon was beginning to fall. My form became that of a wolf. My time awake was coming to an end. She turned into a fox, knowing that this was her time to roam the earth. We parted ways after one final kiss. As I ran back to my hiding place, my mind stayed on her. She and I were opposites, yet we were the same. We both here perfect and flawed. Both hideous creatures yet beautiful animals. We were similar to yin and yang. We contradict one another, but both work in unison. As I laid myself down for my slumber, I thought about seeing her again We will meet at sunset and continue our cycles.