He found her looking up to the skies...
She rested her chin at the back of her hand, her elbow on the faded wooden railing as her face was tilted towards the big full moon. Sometime after she went out moon gazing, she ditched her sandals and her drink which were lying together on the pier. Her face was completely unguarded and devoid of any pretentions she insisted on keeping up. She looked so vulnerable. Her eyes were shining from the light coming from the moon as it bathed her. Lost in the night, she didn’t notice him.
For the first time in his life, he wished he could paint and capture that moment in canvas. Or at least he could take a good picture of her. Looking at her made him think of tragic love stories that almost always end at the sea. He wanted to grab and hug her tight, take away all the sadness she had in her. And at the same time, he wanted to knock himself out for feeling all of it when he really shouldn’t.
A private turmoil was going on in him that he was surprised his voice didn’t come out strangled when he called her.
“Hey…”
A gentle voice awoke her from her reverie. She smiled to greet him as he approached. “What are you doing here?”
The mask was on again. It peeved him how she could easily switch on that megawatt smile. “I could ask you the same question.”
“The moon’s too beautiful to be ignored.”
As he frequently did, he remained silent and stared at her. They were standing in the middle of the pier.
His intent gaze never failed to make her shiver and send chills down her spine like he was looking directly at her soul. And it scared her that he may see what she was trying so hard to deny while she could hardly guess what he was thinking.
“You know, it gives me the creeps when you look at me like that.”
“How do I look at you?”, he said in his quiet voice. He moved to join her on the railing.
“Like you can read my soul.”
He snorted and said, “Trust me; you’re the hardest person to read.”
“So, you’re not denying that you are reading me.” They were both looking at the moon’s reflection in the water now.
It’s amazing how they could easily flow into a conversation companionably. It’s a thing how they instantly clicked and became confidants of each other when one hardly say a thing.
“Trying to read should be correct. Like I said, you’re not the easiest one to break into.”
“But my life’s an open book to you. You know everything there is to know about me.”
“Yeah, you’re like an open book… an open book with invisible ink which only shows snippets of your chapters.”
She looked at him this time. " I didn't know you're capable of poetry.You amaze me!"
"Shut up," he said but she only laughed at him.
" Why so serious, mate?" She was still laughing at him although she had known that it irritates him when people do that. When he was miffed he would go silent for some time and no one would know he was silently frying a soul in hell.
He was indeed miffed but he was not frying her soul in hell. He was busy doing his thoroughly. Damn him for noticing her smile so often! He was not suppose to notice anything. Not a damn thing about her. He was just to keep her company and make sure she was as alright as she could get. He was not supposed to notice that she was pretty but not the common pretty he usually see around him. He was not supposed to notice that her laughter was of pure delight and she rarely did it. And he was definitely not supposed to think of every other thought that he had on his mind every time they were together. Damn, he couldn't stop it if it killed him!
"Hey! I was just joking, you know."
She looked worried and a little scared when he looked at her. He cursed himself more and tried to arrange his face into a cool one. Then he saw the discarded beer with her sandals.
"You don't like your drink?" He inclined his head toward the direction of the pertained subject.
She throw it a glint and shrugged.
"You don't like it here," he added.
"No!" ,her voice a little panicked. " I just need some air."
"You should have told me," he said.
It's a talent of him. He would know if she was telling him the truth. However she deny it, he would just go on with his belief and turn a deaf ear. As much as it annoyed her and scared her witless, she also couldn't help but admire him for that. It was so hard for her to turn down offers especially if it was done to please her. Sometimes she just couldn't make herself happy with it but she would just carry on pretending. And he saw right through her when nobody else did.
She sighed and moved to pick up her discarded footwear and her beer which was very cold when she stepped out of the pub. Now, it has gone warm.
" I don't like drinking. Too loud. Too many people."
She said it like she was apologizing for feeling that way. He thought he could hear a trace of sadness in her voice. He almost swore he saw gleam of tears on her eyes. But there were none when she went back to him.
"You could have told me. We could have gone to a restaurant or something." He should have known it. She didn't say a thing but he sensed her lack of excitement when he said they'll go out and meet some of his friends.
"I can't do that to you. I know you want to see your friends and really, I'm okay with it. They're cool. They're almost as crazy as you." And he was nothing but kind to her. In fact, he didn't have to be so kind to her considering his status. Who was she to deny him of that simple pleasure he couldn't always enjoy like a normal person?
His insides jolted when she softly caressed his cheek and gave him her soft smile. But he would rather have it wired and tangled than feel it empty when she removed her hand too soon. He searched for anything to say just for the heck of saying something.
"Still, you should have told me." It sounded dumb but he couldn't care less when it salvaged his pride.
She shook her head slowly. "No. Besides, I don't want to see my name again on the papers too soon."
And he knew he lost it. When she dropped her armor voluntarily, he knew he lost it.
Author's Note:
Juice me! 4 Hours!Wew! Finally it's done!. It's so hard to write without my notes! Enjoy!
For the first time in his life, he wished he could paint and capture that moment in canvas. Or at least he could take a good picture of her. Looking at her made him think of tragic love stories that almost always end at the sea. He wanted to grab and hug her tight, take away all the sadness she had in her. And at the same time, he wanted to knock himself out for feeling all of it when he really shouldn’t.
A private turmoil was going on in him that he was surprised his voice didn’t come out strangled when he called her.
“Hey…”
A gentle voice awoke her from her reverie. She smiled to greet him as he approached. “What are you doing here?”
The mask was on again. It peeved him how she could easily switch on that megawatt smile. “I could ask you the same question.”
“The moon’s too beautiful to be ignored.”
As he frequently did, he remained silent and stared at her. They were standing in the middle of the pier.
His intent gaze never failed to make her shiver and send chills down her spine like he was looking directly at her soul. And it scared her that he may see what she was trying so hard to deny while she could hardly guess what he was thinking.
“You know, it gives me the creeps when you look at me like that.”
“How do I look at you?”, he said in his quiet voice. He moved to join her on the railing.
“Like you can read my soul.”
He snorted and said, “Trust me; you’re the hardest person to read.”
“So, you’re not denying that you are reading me.” They were both looking at the moon’s reflection in the water now.
It’s amazing how they could easily flow into a conversation companionably. It’s a thing how they instantly clicked and became confidants of each other when one hardly say a thing.
“Trying to read should be correct. Like I said, you’re not the easiest one to break into.”
“But my life’s an open book to you. You know everything there is to know about me.”
“Yeah, you’re like an open book… an open book with invisible ink which only shows snippets of your chapters.”
She looked at him this time. " I didn't know you're capable of poetry.You amaze me!"
"Shut up," he said but she only laughed at him.
" Why so serious, mate?" She was still laughing at him although she had known that it irritates him when people do that. When he was miffed he would go silent for some time and no one would know he was silently frying a soul in hell.
He was indeed miffed but he was not frying her soul in hell. He was busy doing his thoroughly. Damn him for noticing her smile so often! He was not suppose to notice anything. Not a damn thing about her. He was just to keep her company and make sure she was as alright as she could get. He was not supposed to notice that she was pretty but not the common pretty he usually see around him. He was not supposed to notice that her laughter was of pure delight and she rarely did it. And he was definitely not supposed to think of every other thought that he had on his mind every time they were together. Damn, he couldn't stop it if it killed him!
"Hey! I was just joking, you know."
She looked worried and a little scared when he looked at her. He cursed himself more and tried to arrange his face into a cool one. Then he saw the discarded beer with her sandals.
"You don't like your drink?" He inclined his head toward the direction of the pertained subject.
She throw it a glint and shrugged.
"You don't like it here," he added.
"No!" ,her voice a little panicked. " I just need some air."
"You should have told me," he said.
It's a talent of him. He would know if she was telling him the truth. However she deny it, he would just go on with his belief and turn a deaf ear. As much as it annoyed her and scared her witless, she also couldn't help but admire him for that. It was so hard for her to turn down offers especially if it was done to please her. Sometimes she just couldn't make herself happy with it but she would just carry on pretending. And he saw right through her when nobody else did.
She sighed and moved to pick up her discarded footwear and her beer which was very cold when she stepped out of the pub. Now, it has gone warm.
" I don't like drinking. Too loud. Too many people."
She said it like she was apologizing for feeling that way. He thought he could hear a trace of sadness in her voice. He almost swore he saw gleam of tears on her eyes. But there were none when she went back to him.
"You could have told me. We could have gone to a restaurant or something." He should have known it. She didn't say a thing but he sensed her lack of excitement when he said they'll go out and meet some of his friends.
"I can't do that to you. I know you want to see your friends and really, I'm okay with it. They're cool. They're almost as crazy as you." And he was nothing but kind to her. In fact, he didn't have to be so kind to her considering his status. Who was she to deny him of that simple pleasure he couldn't always enjoy like a normal person?
His insides jolted when she softly caressed his cheek and gave him her soft smile. But he would rather have it wired and tangled than feel it empty when she removed her hand too soon. He searched for anything to say just for the heck of saying something.
"Still, you should have told me." It sounded dumb but he couldn't care less when it salvaged his pride.
She shook her head slowly. "No. Besides, I don't want to see my name again on the papers too soon."
And he knew he lost it. When she dropped her armor voluntarily, he knew he lost it.
Author's Note:
Juice me! 4 Hours!Wew! Finally it's done!. It's so hard to write without my notes! Enjoy!