Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

26. Chapter 26

March 8, 2012.

The Street

He is, as usual, sitting there, just people gazing or trying to read —I guess— the undisturbed flow of books that are always closed on the table. Perhaps he can´t concentrate with so much noise. Maybe that´s the reason of his frustrated, yearning-seeming eyes.

Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he´ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.