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Fiction Rated: T

Sam

Her eyes are burning.


She has always been a good woman, anyone could see that. She was just like her mother: big blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, sometimes mysterious, others strong and unpredictable. Long fingers and soft hands. She was faithful. She was patient enough to organize her books and records alphabetically. She ate chocolate ice-cream when she was feeling down.

She had always loved numbers, was always the best student in the class. She never gave up, in fact, she had a tendency to become obsessed over something she really wanted. She had this unexplained passion for motorcycles, the speed made her blood run faster, made her feel alive.

She was once a sweet and curious girl, who shaked during her first kiss, who was shy and uncertain. She remembers how her mom used to giggle during her "what, how and why" phase: 'why the sky is blue and the moon is white, why do my fingers shrink when I shower, what is blue jello made of, how much is two thousand multiplied by the infinite?', she remember her mom's silence when she asked 'why is dad never home?'. Too many questions but never enough answers. She learned to seek her owns but many remained unknown. She remembers Halloweens and snowball-fights with her brother. She closes her eyes and swears she can almost feel the wind on her face as when her father used to swing her in the air. Her ribs hurting from laughing so hard. She misses that and so many other things. But now she knows how to move on. At least, she thinks she does.

She spent half of her teenage years trying to convince herself that she was just an ordinary girl. But there was no use, everybody kept staring at her, saying she must have come from Mars. She was the orator of the class anyway, because everybody loved her. She was talk-ative when she was nervous, she blushed easily. Her friends said she was different. And she was. A special kind of it.

But she changed. She couldn't remember exactly how it happened, or when. She just did. One day she woke up and she wasn't scared anymore, she was ready to face the world.

She found herself staring at the ship's glass and she saw a woman around 40. Single. Who worked and thought too much and now wanted to have a family of her own. Was she too late? She saw a woman who had 15 different kinds of smiles and a sad look, a constantly sad look that had always hunted her, until she met him. A woman who passed out the first time she shot somebody.

Now, she risked her life for anyone, if not everyone. They wouldn't know that, though. The world would probably never get to see what they gave up for and she would never let herself regret that.

She was a woman with a nice shaped body, some scars over here or there, who made the men fall for her without having the intention to love them back. A woman full of regrets. She hated to cry, so she bit her lips and closed the eyes to keep the tears from falling down, she couldn't stand feeling weak. She was always so ashamed to show her feelings, to even feeling them. She didn't know how to love, she just did it.

She's a woman with an intense feeling inside that was only hers to carry. A painful, sometimes silly, never-ending love that had lived within her for years, without being allowed to express itself. A love that she didn't know how to stop.

A love that had a name, a last name with 2 L's and a pair of chocolate eyes.

She felt like she was going to explode when she was far from him, like now. She felt empty without him and couldn't find reasons why to smile, her body felt cold. God. She'd give anything she had just to be near him. She was certain that just a touch of him would warm her, that just one look would bring her back to life. Memories were floating through her mind, making her want to scream and run to find him as soon as possible.

Staring at two colliding stars, she wondered if he would hold her hand while watching the breathless scene or if he would ignore it just to kiss her lips. Lips that are trembling, that know his taste by heart. Lips that left too many confessions unspoken.

Did he know them? What would be doing while her soul ached for him? What was he thinking about? Was he missing her like she missed him? Too many questions, again. That sad look is back, as well. She rises her shaking hand and press it to her chest, she wants to open her eyes and found them staring into his.

No such luck. She's looking at her reflection once again.

A tear threatened to fall and she let it. He was the only one who could make her feel like that, who could make her let go. He made her find her truly self. She's sobbing now and she hopes no one comes looking for her.

He was the one. There was no doubt about it.

TBC