Scars

Everything has changed the speckle of light she once held in her hazel eyes, now gone. Now containing something unnatural and untold sleepless nights held underneath her eyes. The freckles that scattered peacefully on her pale cheeks are hiding underneath layers of foundation. You can barely see her freckles, many don't know that she has them, but I know, and I love each and every freckle that she has on her face. She would show them off even if people couldn't see the speckled dots, but she embraced them, eventually, she despised her beauty marks. Seeing her in front of me I noticed her hair was straight. I remembered the day after our encounter someone told me how she has it straight more often and how she never had it in natural curly waves. Witnessing it for myself she had layers but they weren't perfect and you can tell she did them herself. It suits her perfectly, how it shapes her beautiful face. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. Watching her pink plump lips move a little I thought she was going to make the first move, but she immediately backed out.

"Hey, you ready to go, darling?" Said an unknown man who approached her. He was different from the guys she's been with, watching his arms wrap around her waist he sends her a smile and she returns the gesture. Turning towards my direction she sends me half a smile. Giving the guy her full attention he grabs her hand and intertwined them together. Watching them walk away, my chest soon filled itself with a shocking pain. The kind of pain that hits you later in life when you soon realize that you fucked up.