Thank you for the positive feedback =). This one is just a short drabble.
Fighter
Shimmering, beautiful, strong. Her pink eyes glittered with the fire of a thousand suns, burning with the intensity of her passion. Yet also they were soft and kind - a mothers' eyes, a lovers eyes. She was slender, feminine and yet still the epitome of strength.
She was a fighter. For friendship, for love.
What would she see in me? he thought.
Shaky hands clasped the rusty tools, one slipping through his grasp and hitting the floor with a loud clang.
"Careful there buddy," Nova's voice echoed in his ears, "Chiro wants the bike fixed by tomorrow."
A quick, forced laugh followed, "Nova, really. Everything is under control."
What would she see in me?
Hopefully you are able to discern who this is about. I dropped a few hints. R&R =)