The Bench • H.S

Here she is.

Sitting alone on the bench. Looking at this beautiful clear blue sea.

Everytime I walk here when I go to work, I always see her sitting on the same bench. Not talking, not moving. Not doing anything.

She sits there for hours till a not much older woman come and take her with her.

She's always dressed in the same kind of dresses, but different colors. Sometimes pink, sometimes blue but mostly white.

I never got close to her. I don't know how her face exactly looks like, but I can tell from afar that she's breathtaking, just like the sea she's sitting in front.

But one time I did. I went and sat next to her on the bench.

She didn't look at me. She was just looking forward, almost emotionless. So I thought I'd start a little conversation.

"Hi." is all I managed to say. She didn't move, or turn around to look at me, but I can see her lips curving in a smile, but I'm not sure. "The sea is beautiful, right?" I said, looking at the wonderful view. An endless blue sea, expanding far in front of us.

And when she replied I felt my heart melting almost immediately. " I know I can't see but I can feel the beauty of this sea."

Her sentence was short, but deep and heavy with meaning.