Hesitantly, I dip my finger into my steaming cup and stir its swirling contents inside with mild disgust, its strong earthy aroma wafting up my running nose. Now with the cup cradled in between my two thawing hands, I cautiously take a sip. With my head tilted back and my lips, chapped from the frigid winter air, embracing the curled chewed lip of the cup, a trickle of scalding bitter liquid cascades down my throat. Snow-encrusted lashes brush the top of my frost nipped cheeks as I press my eyes firmly shut to visualize the dark oozing coffee empty from the cup and into the depths of my body that is at its mercy, so desperate for its soothing warmth.
A crescendo of voices, a symphony of small talk; rising up, the accelerando of chatter fights
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Rosy cheeks flushed from the cold, glistening with wisps of translucent stars. Red pressed lips slightly parted, opening wide into uncharted territory, curling like a worn map into a smile; however, both frayed and uncertain around the edges. A lighthouse in the night, though he like the rest are among a sea of familiar faces whose names have been swept away and receded just out of my grasp and into a cavern of repression, I feel drawn towards his radiating warmth. Slowly with my buoyant heart flailing against my chest, I take the first uncertain step towards him. My pulse gallops out of the reigns of my control; the effects of the caffeine finally starting to kick …show more content…
I let my eyes dance with mischief and in turn, his mystified chocolate eyes open wide revealing a door that has not yet been explored. Crinkling at the corners, his eyes confirm what I have said is true. We are nothing more than strangers who merely attend the same school together.
“Hey,” he replies questionably with an undercurrent of skepticism; however, his voice is rich with easy humor and warmth.
“Oh,” I pause, serious, and rush on with the rest. “I can’t talk to you. I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.”
A flash of confusion mars his face and his smile falters only to be transformed into laughter. Before he can say anything else, I turn on my heel and slip away and back into the crowd, rushing towards the doors to make sure I make it to my next class on time.
Dark and swirling, now standing here in front of me, his rustled hair the same color of coffee beans reminding me of the place where we first met. Flushed from laughter, his cheeks radiate a rosy glow that bathes my body in its warmth. Red pressed lips slightly parted, opening wide into a place I’ve now explored, curling into a crooked smile as he spots me. Quickly, he closes the distance between us.
“Hi,” he
“So sorry I startled you, poor things,” she swaggered towards them, stopping directly in front of Jackson. She appeared to be sizing him up. “What brings you two here?”
Evelyn angrily said, as she stomped towards the front door. "It was nice knowing you! Not! " I yelled. "Hey, Leon.
“What is your name?” The boy finally breaks. “What did I do to deserve this?! Why am I the one here?!
“Why can 't I have someone to talk to?" I said. The stars said nothing, but I pretended to ignore the rudeness. "
He interrupted. “Focus on your schoolwork and don’t be calling me all the time. I’ll call you.” He had hung up without even giving me an opportunity to tell him about the Cullen’s or Mike
The wind grows warm, and he sees a human for the first time, in what feels a very long
I stood there quietly breathing so slowly that it felt as though my lungs might implode he slipped both of his hands around my waist and drew me in closer to him as he brushed his lip over mine I could feel my body melting in his arms as it begged him to never let go. As I stood there in his arms giving him control over everything I fought this whole time not
The smell of coconut oil conjures up tropical beaches and swaying palms; a strong contrast to the snow that covers our bedroom window. As his eyes open, grey as the sky, he gazes towards me, and just like that… he’s gone. A blank canvas. Without a shadow of doubt, his eyes spoke more words than his mouth ever did. I think of tomorrow, and what it will bring.
The sunshine awakens the early morning birds but also Charley and Winnie. They are lying together on the queen size bed. Maybe because they all just wake up, both two are gazing the white ceiling and being silent. Charley turns his head and watches Winnie, “I think I fall in love with you, sweetie”, he takes the first to break the quiet and reaches out his hand to stroke her cheek with his thumb gently.
My body woke in complete bliss on Saturday morning as I rolled over into the sun’s light, and its warmth touched my skin. If the sun could speak words, it would say, “Good morning, Evelyn. How was that kiss I missed last night? ” I had finally kissed Charles Stone. The perfect mysterious boy who had taken up so many hours of my thoughts since I was fifteen-years-old.
I breathe your sweetness in the scent of the rose. I hear you call me out from the depths of the pond, like Narcissus to his Echo and my soul, still enchanted, seeks to reply you, in the only way it can – with words on paper. And then I come home and write, I write about you and see the sunlight of your smile spilled between the stanzas of my poems, the shadow of your eyes illuminating my every word. To forget you, I will have to blot your name out of my memories, to empty my mind to the last thought, my heart – to the last emotion.
" hey chill". I sat up with a pain filled groan. " hi", I smiled at the girl in front of me. Her doe eyes gave her an innocent, but after what I saw I had no doubt looks could be very deceiving. " so your name", she asked curiously.
Flushed and overheated, I push one foot out from underneath the sheet in search of a draft. There it is again, that annoying tickle over my cheek. “Juliet, I need you to wake up.” “I don’t wanna.” But even as I say it I lift my head a fraction off the pillow; my eyes prying open and fixating on his face so near to mine.
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
I'm moving gently forward, over the wild and beautiful, unexplored world below me. I'm floating in silence, and breaking it up with the sound of my breath. Above me, there’s nothing but shimmery light, the place where I've come from, and will go back to when I am done here. I'm going deeper past the wrinkled rocks and dark seaweed, toward a deep blueness where a school of silver fish wait. As I swim through the water, bubbles burst from me, wobbling like little jellyfish as they rise.