A New Day
Dylan was a tall, lanky, pale, spastic young man, he often wore grey t-shirts and black pants. He wasn't particularly attractive, his nose was crooked and large, with a mouth he often left open, awkward in a lot of ways; there wasn't much he could do when it came to sports, he couldn't even move around in his own body, others often thought of as a new puppy, he resorted to sarcasm instead of normal conversation, always laughing too loudly or too long, and preferred to watch from a distance as others enjoyed life. With thick dark chestnut hair, that was usually styled up and out of his face; however in the thick muggy L.A. rain it hung down into his light brown eyes. Not that he minded, it was shielding him from the onslaught of humid, cold, thick, dirty rain. He was distracted, thinking about what was left of his life, he hadn't talked to any of his friends or family in years, having exiled himself to the simple life away from those he cared. The only thing keeping him in this place was a promise he'd made long ago, after the horrific accident that still hung over him, drenching him in it's depressing glow.
He wore a plain black shirt under his favorite green, grey, and black flannel shirt, both were a little loose on him, his skinny jeans were well worn and faded, the gray trainers he wore were old and covered in dirt. He wanted to be as comfortable as possible today. It was his day off and he didn't want to dress properly. Forgetting a jacket caused his pale skin to be littered with goose bumps and successfully soaking him to the bone, hands balled into fists shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans.
His hair was in his eyes and his head was down, trying to avoid the rain; he didn't see her, how was he expected to? Walking right into her, she'd been standing in the middle of the sidewalk on a crowded street, letting the rain wash over her. Now she was sprawled on the cement in front of him. Surprising him as he took in her size wondering why anyone would be standing out in the rain. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't see you standing there." He mumbled reaching a hand out to her. She still hadn't looked up at him. Her soaking wet, long, dark brown, hair acting as a curtain, blocking his view of her. "Are you okay?" Bending down, to get a look at her, "Again I'm sorry I knocked you over, I wasn't looking." It was then Dylan noticed the yellowish bruises littered across her chocolate-colored shoulders and peeking out on her forearms, she was wearing a thin green zip-up hoodie that had been knocked down her arms a bit, she wore a larger, darker gray v-neck shirt under, a pair of faded blue skinny jeans with holes in the knees hugged her curves. After a few seconds she finally looked up at him, impatiently pushing her wet hair out of her face, he noticed she was soaked to the bone, her clothes clung to her narrow, feminine, and curvy frame.
Her long hair flowed down around her. She was very thin, she had a set of large, dark, chestnut colored eyes that were covered by a pair of thick black glasses on her slightly crooked nose, there was a scar from her bottom lip to her chin, she still had some baby fat on her face; however her tired brown eyes made her look older than she was. They seemed to hold so much, she was a mystery he needed to solve. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, there was something about the way she was looking at him that making her come across as unbreakable. Straightening up, his hand still outstretched, she hesitantly took it, a wary look on her face. Helping her to her feet, noticing how small she really was, barely coming up to the bottom of his chin, her narrow shoulders half the width of his, her hand dwarfed in his own. The longer he stared at her, the more he wanted to get to know her, wanted to find out about her exotic features, learn about her secrets, get to know the girl behind the glasses, the mystery she seemed to wrap herself in, find out how she became unbreakable, get to know the person who stands in the rain without a second thought. He couldn't help his eyes as they raked down her body.
"Listen, I'm so sorry for bumping into you. Are you okay?" He repeated, staring at the large ugly bruise on her upper arm, when she yanked her sweatshirt up, covering the mark his eyes snapped to hers. Immediately feeling guilty, looking away for a second before connecting his warm honey eyes to her rich mocha ones. He was drawn to her eyes, they were so mesmerizing the brown mixed with flecks of gold and a deep rich red color giving them a distinct color, all her own.
"I'm fine." Her voice was strong yet soft, she held herself with confidence, her back straight, her hair falling around her in wet curls ending just above her butt. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "You seemed to be in a hurry." She closed her eyes and turned so her back was to him. As if she were dismissing him.
This brought out a full lopsided grin from the man. "Let me buy you a drink to make up for it; or maybe even get you something warm you must be freezing." He said, watching as her shoulders went up and down, letting out a breath then turned back to him. Excitedly connecting his back to the beautiful eyes; wanting to get lost in them as they shifted, the colors morphing into something darker.
"Listen, I don't need a boyfriend, I'm not interested, I'm not looking for a friend, I'm not looking for anything. I'm just trying to enjoy the weather." Her voice betrayed some kind of accent, it was faint, but he could definitely hear it, the small frame turned back, again refusing to give him a chance to respond. Chuckling he shook his head and looked at her again noticing, she stood with her arms out from her body slightly, raised on her toes a bit, head tilted up and towards the gray sky, it made him think of a ballet dancer. He began walking away, looking over his shoulder, he caught her staring at him. A smile playing on her delicate features, not able to stop himself he smiled back.
Continuing his walk, he couldn't keep from thinking about the beauty he'd just run into. Wanting nothing more than to turn around and have actually talk to her. She was mysterious, strong, beautiful, intelligent, and confident. He felt drawn to those mocha colored eyes, and the secrets they held inside. There was something about the way that she looked at him, her eyes observant yet wary; it made him want to know her, even if what she told him wasn't the truth, she reminded him of the life he could have led. A life that he no longer fit into, with friends who didn't come when he needed them most, with people who just wanted to exploit his pain, and a society that would rather see him fail then achieve success. The life he got out of when he felt himself turning into a person he didn't recognize anymore.
The more he thought of his life, the darker his mood got. The weather soon reflecting his melancholy heart. Nothing could keep him from the pain and regret of his past, swallowing him whole once again.