Beneath the Lights

The Lookout

The different colored lights glimmered as I sat above overlooking what seemed to be an endless empty canvas being painted with my thoughts. The sun was just about to set causing the deep blue sky to be decorated with light pinks and purples. Everyone has their own place. Whether its a place to think or a place to bring a loved one, everyone had a place. This was mine.

I'm from a small town in New York. It's kind of funny because whenever I tell people that they automatically assume that I'm from the city, that I'm some sort of shimmery glittering decoration that lives an extravagant, colorful life..but I'm not. I'm just your average girl that spends her friday nights eating chinese food, listens to the 1975 a tad to much, and tries to avoid love at all cost.

I come up here when life gets a little too heavy, or when I don't feel like doing homework, or generally when I'm pissed off and I need to clear my head. It's a good way to think about things that normally doesn't cross the mind of your average blonde bitch that spends way too much time filling in her eyebrows instead of searching for her personality.

As the sun continues to go down and the sky grows darker the lights in the distance contrast with a pair of headlights approaching this look out point. Not many people know about this place, so it's unusual to see life up here. I debated on whether or not I should get in my car and start to venture home, but I decide not to considering I had only been here for five minutes. Not only that, but I was rather intrigued to see who else needed to pay a visit to my place.

As the black mazda rolled to halt causing the gravel to crunch, I was suprised to see as a boy appeared from the driver's side. I concluded it was probably just some guy bringing some vapid girl up here to swoon over the stars and compare her eyes to the glittering lights. Typical. There goes my intuition. However, I was surpised to see when he did not walk to the drivers side to open a door for anyone. Without noticing me, his dark vans stomped against the pavement until he reached the railing. I watched intently as he gripped his hands onto the cold steel and took in a deep breath. I could not see his face due to his dark hoodie. I only heard the angry scream leaving his throat, painting the blank canvas with the sound. He began to relax as the anger and stress left his body. I could barely make out his profile against the dark sky but I watched as his thick curls moved with the light breeze. He stood for another minute, admiring the same view as me.

I moved my hand against the railing I was sitting on, causing the metal of my ring to collide with it. The sound caught his attention and his eyes were directed towards me. My breath hitched in my throat and I immediately returned my gaze to the open space in front of me. I turned my head towards him and found his eyes still set on me. I managed to give him an understanding smile. Why should I judge? I was here for the exact same reason. I just didn't scream at the top of my lungs into the empty air above the small city...

He returned his gaze to the lights, breathing it all in one more time before returning to his car and speeding off. Just like that, he was gone and out of sight. I sat there wondering what happened to him that made him want to drive up here into the middle of nowhere and scream at absolutely nothing. All the possible scenarios ran through my head, but none seemed realistic. We all have our problems, sometimes it's just hard to find an absolution or to even put the problem into words. Everyone has their way of coping with things. Mine was staring at some all too familiar city lights, his was obviously doing the same but with a bit more aggression...and it intrigued me.

Oh, I'm Brie by the way.