~ Amity's POV~
It was a rather anomalous day for both Henrik and me. While that boy continued to stare in the depths of my sapphire-blue eyes, I tried to look away from his melancholy-grey-blue ones. He wasn't bullshitting me. But why?
Why was he so nice to a poor girl like me? This feeling of longing clung at the edges of my crushing heart, and the crunching in my heart continued to crave more feelings of such kindness. When I was a simple orphaned girl; a girl who knew nothing more than people flashing bullshitting stares at me.
" You're never going to get adopted." This was what Auntie Ossie said often to me while the other kids would snicker behind my back. Why is it that people who I thought were kind to me always so fake? Fake doesn't always mean the same definition to everyone. And now, as I continued to stare at my new prosthetic hand, Henrik-that creep- continued to stare longingly at my eyes.
I couldn't help but look back.
Strange.
The way that he treated me at the beginning was like he saw an alien. Has he never saw a poor orphan before? No, he's never truly met anyone from the slums of San Marcos, California. In fact, the Johannson family has lived in Indonesia their entire life and they've never gone further than the rich human sectors North of Bali. Could he tell me that I can see monsters? No, I don't think so.
Does he want to be friends?
Human.
What did this even mean to me? Why was it that every time I experienced a human emotion, I experienced this crunching in my heart? Was I ever human to begin with?
Weird.
I was starting to find this situation weird, and the way Henrik stared kindly at me seemed so different for me. No kid has ever been kind to me before. No kid has ever wanted to bring roses to me.
I looked away, cheeks flushing a bright red. Henrik looked down, " I'm sorry about Amy. I didn't think that your eyes would be this beautiful up close."
Beautiful? Okay, now I think he's bullshitting me.
"I'm sorry...? WHAT!? It's Amity, not Amy." I looked at him, and I think my voice came out more high-pitched than usual.
" Oh." He responded quietly.
The door opened again, making me pop back into reality. Mrs.Johnannson and Calise appeared through the door, making Henrik well aware of what he was doing here.
He sauntered slowly to the door, as Mrs.Johnnson scolded him, " Henrik! What are you doing here? You have a fencing class at two o'clock and you're going to be late! I knew something was fishy when I didn't see the fifteen dollars in my wallet...Did you steal my money? To go to where? Huh, Huh?" She continued to babble nonstop at Henrik about leaving the house without her permission and stealing money to buy the roses, all the while pinching his ear and dragging him out the door. Would he really go through all the trouble to just buy flowers for me?
" Let's go." His mother hissed and dragged him out the door. Henrik looked back at me with sad eyes that a dog would say to his owner. He was such a shy boy.
The moment that they left, I heard a loud bang at the front door. Ouch. My brows knitted in worry for that boy. Dang, that must be harsh.
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Kneeling on the food-stained beige carpet by my mother's bed, I clenched my fists in anguish. There really was nothing I could do. Day by day, hour by hour, instead of progressing, her life was diminishing. She was the only person I had left: my only family.
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