Behind Hazel Eyes
15th July 2005
"I won't talk, I won't breathe
I won't move, 'till you finally see
That you belong with me
You might think I don't look
But deep inside the corner of my mind
I'm attached to you"
It was one of those moments, thought Lalie, when the world seems so perfect, so peaceful, like you could forget everything else, and just be. It was a time when you could lose yourself in the moment and realize everything that's good about life.
She nestled further into her boyfriend's arms and turned her head to look up at him through shining hazel eyes.
And there he was; sun-kissed skin, dirty ash blonde hair swept to the side, looking down at her. Her very own Greek god.
Jason.
"I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing that's true
So I will not hide
Its time to try
Anything to be with you
All my life I've waited
This is true"
He felt her warmth against his skin, and the way her body fitted perfectly with his. He lent down and kissed her neck.
Lalie.
She was everything to him; the one thing in his life that he knew would never let him down.
A summer breeze wafted past, ruffling her light brown hair as she looked out, beyond the edge of the horizon where the sea met the sky.
Jason watched her teeth worry her lip, and the dreamy look in her eye. She always had that look when she was thinking, daydreaming.
"Off with the fairies," he often teased her and she would smile back serenely, with a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
"You don't know what you do
Every time you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak
It's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?"
"Hey," he said and she turned round "I love you", as he lent to kiss her softly on the lips
"Hey," she replied stroking his hair "I love you too,"
"I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing that's true
So I will not hide
Its time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited
This is true"
The sunset was beautiful that night; fiery reds and oranges bowed to the darkness of night as it crept forward.
Lalie lay on the ground, hazel eyes wide and glassy, her hair fanned out beneath her. Police lights lit up the darkness and the air was filled with sirens. People gathered behind the yellow police tape, murmurs passing through the crowd
"So young…"
"Who was she?"
"Poor thing,"
A lone figure broke away from the group and ran forward, his anguished cry shattering the night into a thousand pieces
"Lalie!"
He knelt by her body, ignoring the pull of policemen on his arm. His world had died, his sun had imploded. Now there could only be darkness.
****
Footsteps echoed down the empty corridor s the detective filed the white box away amongst so many others. Lalie Thomas had been 16 years old, her life was just beginning. She could have done anything, been anyone, until one night and one act had taken it all away from her.
The case had gone cold within a week. Her killer was still walking around out there, somewhere.
The detective sighed and glanced at the white box for one last time before turning away and walking back up the metal staircase.
Authors Note: Please review. Pretty, pretty please with cherries on top? Pretty, pretty please with cherries and Danny Pino on top?! Ly