Eyes
A/N: My gift to you all. Merry Christmas. Sorry it's not funny, or serious, or dark. It just needed to be gloriously simple, I think. Since nothing in real life ever is.
Angel
I opened my eyes Christmas morning feeling like I was flying. Since I know what that heavenly feeling is…you'll have take my word on it. This year, I was fourteen. Fourteen. And today he would be here. Him. Who's he? He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The most patient and kind guy on the planet. My best friend.
His name is Justice. He calls me love, though when he says my name I can't help but lift my lips in an euphoric smile. . Shivers tingled down my body, making me smile wider than I should have been allowed to. After all, he's just some guy….
No. He's more than that.
He was sixteen. Yeah, and age difference of two years – but when you're only places for a few months, you make friends when you can. Max let us do what we wanted on Christmas. Dr. Martinez would tell us when she would give us her presents. No doubt they'd be awesome. I showered, put on some makeup, and dressed. Being the girly-girl I am, I raided my closet for something cute. There. Creamy-colored skinny jeans, a light pink blouse that shimmered a bit with my favorite brown boots. My curly blond hair left a ring of wet on the shirt for a bit, but it didn't matter. He'd be here any –
"Angel! Get down here!"
Ack!
I grabbed my coat and practically skipped down the stairs. And there, standing so eloquently, was Justice. His brown hair was speckled with snowflakes, hands buried into the pockets of his black jacket. He was wearing skinny jeans and some snow boots. His brown eyes melted me.
"Hey." He said, smiling and holding out one hand. I took it. Though he was the one who had been outside just a few moments earlier, his hand was warm as it laced in mine. He pulled me through the door. When it finally shut behind us, he wrapped me in a hug.
"Oh, I've missed you, love."
"I've missed you. So much." I replied, unbearably happy. Glancing upward, I noticed that it was snowing again, covering the slush on the road with pure, untainted white. I bit my bottom lip, suddenly nervous. We stopped a few blocks down – Dr. Martinez's new house was really close to the small town of East River. He stopped me at Calico's Coffeehouse, running inside and grabbing our favorites. I grinned and sipped the warm drink, thinking – hey, he knows my favorite. Things were so simple.
When we finished talking and drinking our drinks, we threw the cups out and continued on our walk. We stopped at the library. Instead, though, of dashing inside like usual, he led me to the far side of the small brick building. My nose was cold, my breath in puffs.
"What—"
I didn't finish my sentence before Justice's arms were linked around me and his lips were on mine. I would have gladly stayed like that forever. We basically made out. It was fantastic because I was with him. That's all that mattered to me at that moment.
But three months later, he moved away. He went off to college a year after that, proving to all the world his brilliance. During that time, he dated two girls – both gorgeous redheads with cute button noses and sprinkles of freckles scattered on their cheeks. One thing was for sure- they weren't some now-sophomore with blond curly hair and dull blue eyes, not to mention the plainness of my looks. I remembered that he used to call me beautiful. Oh, did I believe it then. He was impossible to shake from my mind.
I never saw him again. He never left my thoughts, though. Even when I was married, a sole part of me still wanted him there to be my husband. It seemed the connection we once had was absent on his part. He married some pretty brunette, I heard from his best friend years later.
Why am I telling you this? I don't know. I was nostalgic. Maybe I want it back.
Maybe he's really mine, halfway across the country.
Maybe it's in his eyes that he once loved a girl on that Christmas morning.
Finishing your sentence couldn't ever replace
The look in your eyes, etched in your face
Oh, darling, tell me this is real life
That all my delusions are just silly fires,
That really you love me more than the sun
More than the moon's solemn shine
That you'll ever remain mine.
Really by B.R. Rose