ATTN: If this is a very out of context / OOC fic, it's because I've only actually seen the movie trailer, and have never read the book or seen the movie (though I plan on doing both). I watched the trailer today and loved that so much that it inspired mw to write a fic. So, once again, sorry for any OOC-ness, but try to enjoy =)
Kyle pulled himself up onto the roof, squinting in the bright red sunlight that was arching across the sky from the west. He spotted Lindy reclined against a wall of the greenhouse a dozen feet away, bathed in the red-gold light. She was staring up at the pink and orange sky, fingering a white rose near her head. A light breeze ruffled her hair and the dark blue skirt she was wearing.
"Hey," she said faintly, in that passive way of hers, not looking at him.
He walked over to her slowly, sensing her perceptive mood. Tentatively he sat down next to her. When she twisted around to face him, a tear escaped from the corner of her left eye and streaked down her face, hovered at her jawbone for a moment, as if deciding to let go or not, before making its way down the arch of her neck and pooling above her collarbone.
He reached out with one hand and brushed it away, feeling the warm damp on the tips of his fingers.
Their eyes were locked for a second, and then she looked away and leaned against his torso as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting it slide to her waist.
He could practically feel the emotion radiating off of her, and wasn't sure how to proceed.
"What's up?" He asked lamely, feeling insensitive for his casual wording.
She shrugged against him, a tiny move of her narrow shoulders, and sighed softly.
Something brushed his face as he leaned the back of his head against the wall. He looked and saw the white rose she had stroked so softly with her fingers before. Reaching up with his free arm, he separated it from the rest of the bush, feeling a little guilty for picking it when it was clearly still in its prime.
Reaching around the other side of her, he held it lightly by the stem several inches from her face, slowly twirling it between his index finger and thumb.
She took the rose between both of her hands and smelled it, something he had seen her do a million times, and leaned her head against his chest.
They sat for a few minutes before Lindy cleared her throat softly.
"It's just that," she begun hoarsely, "I don't want you to think I'm sad… with you."
He wasn't sure where she was going with this, so he spoke softly, "what do you mean?"
"I guess it's just because… because you're beautiful, and I know you don't see that in yourself."
He smiled at that, amused and saddened that she was having such heavy thoughts about him.
He took both of her hands in his, twining their fingers together. The backs of her hands warmed his scarred palms, and he closed his eyes and rested his chin on her hair, indulging in the sensual pleasure of it.
He knew Kendra had been right all along. He saw now that inner beauty rarely accompanied outer beauty. Having both was a blessing. Lindy was a blessing.
He only wished he knew how to tell her that yes, he did see some of it in himself.