Burning
I sigh as I look at Lily, for seventeenth time that day. She is sat with her friends, laughing, joking, relaxing.
Her red hair shines in the afternoon sun. You can see that it isn't just red any more, but shades of crimson, auburn, amber, blonde and gold. You can see that sun makes it shine, makes her shine.
She is stretched out, her elegant figure lying on the grass, grass that isn't quite green enough to match the shade of her eyes.
She is beautiful. Too beautiful for me.
I have tried to get her attention because I couldn't, because it was fun, because I was bored. It was a game to play, a way to occupy my time. Not anymore.
She laughs, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. Her hair is whipped by a sudden gush of wind.
Clouds start to appear out of nowhere. Grey and black mask the sun. A storm is coming.
Rain pelts down. It stabs at all of us. Lily and her friends pick up their things and start to run back to the school.
I stay, letting the rain wash away everything I don't want to feel.
Letting the thunder echo in my head, driving out my thoughts.
Letting lighting blind my vision, so I can't see the things in my way.
There is no light in this storm. It is heavy, sudden, unwanted. It shows me everything I already know. It shows me the storms inside of me.
All the mixed up feelings. How can one person make me so angry, so happy and so scared?
I glance back at Lily. Her hair is soaked, dripping down her back. Despite the rain, it is still beautiful.
Still burning.
I hope you enjoyed this. It's longer than some of my others, but still very short. Oh, well. Goodbye.
That girl on the windowsill. X