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"Did you either observe one part of your body and wished it was different?"
That was what a young woman was currently doing while waiting all by herself, sitting on some seats.
She was there from quite some time by now, and because her phone battery was low, she didn't want to use it for useless purpose.
She imagined what she could do on it. Going on social medias, watching her followers count growing more and more by the minute. Or reading an article about the last fashion tendencies for the next season. Or just listening to her favorite music videos.
But she refrained going on any of those paths. She would just use her phone to watch the time and see if she got any new message, possibly with any important update.
She took another look at it, and signed when she noticed she just looked twice in the same minute. She decided to put it in the left pocket of her dress before straightening it again while repositioning herself in her seat.
She then directed her eyes on her hands placed on her knees. She often got a look at them but not that intently and not in a context other than when she's doing her nails, painting, applying care products and masks...
She would do a full skin care routine daily, from head to toe, she would take care of her appearance. She would receive the same remarks every other days. That she didn't need all that stuff to be pretty. That she already was the most gorgeous creature. That she just needed to breathe to do the job.
She was way aware of those facts. She was aware she was attractive, like really actually. It had its advantages but also its flaws. Like when rude people would whistle her or staring too intently at her. And with her job, it was even more complicated and noticed.
She fought back those thoughts and just kept on staring at her hands. Her dark skin glowing from the products she used to take care of it. What could she do other than that while waiting, she wondered. She seemed to recoil something then another thought entered her mind.
Were her hands too tiny compared to her whole body?
She had this impression while trying to recover memories of her younger days. And from what she could remember, she seemed to always have tinier hands. Or perhaps the others hands were bigger than the normal size? She couldn't know if either of those options was the correct one but she nonetheless kept wondering.
She kept a particular eye on her left hand. She often was seen wearing a tone of rings on her fingers, even the thumbs from time to time. But on this day, things were different for once. She only kept one ring. An unique specimen. Also worn by only one another person in the whole world.
She slightly smiled for the first time since she started waiting in this place.
She began fidgeting with this ring. Turning it around, placing it under the slight ray of sunlight directed on her. The sight of the gold color shining in the sun starting to set was one of her favorite visions. She just loved to watch it reflect so beautifully the sunlight and arboring this pretty yellow's tone.
She laughed quietly when she remembered the moment she received this ring. She was told it hadn't been easy to obtain her size and it had gotten a few trials to finally get it perfectly fitting. And the best of all, she didn't suspect a thing when she was the first at those games back in her childhood.
But she was glad she could be surprised like this even after all these years.
She was taken out of her dreaming state by a vibration in her pocket. Her phone received a notification. Maybe a call.
She picked out the device and turn it on to see what it was. An entering call, but from a masked number.
Rolling her eyes, she just ignored the call and kept her phone in hand just in case. She thought the object was quite big for her small fingers to keep it fully in her grip.
She received another call. Again from a masked number. She denied it this time but it directly called again right away.
Third attempt that she answered quite annoyed at whoever was trying to bug her. Her voice was ready to spat when she heard her name on the other side, in a tone she couldn't recognize completely.
"Miss Folfax?"
She was at first thrown away by the use of her former last name. Not that she wasn't used to it anymore, it wasn't that long ago since she hadn't heard it but in this context, it seemed different for an unknown reason. She didn't know why but she had a sort of feeling about it.
The voice tried a second time.
"Miss Folfax?"
She couldn't believe the guts of this person, she just wanted to wait in peace and here she was.
"What do you want. Who are you anyway!"
She tried her best to not shout but still kept a harsh tone to the listener.
She heard a chuckle on the other side and was starting to really grow frustrated.
"Look, I don't know who you are, what you want but if you're just here to laugh at someone you don't know, then you can just shut your trap and never contact this number again."
There was a silence for a brief moment on the other side. The next thing she heard made her body freeze.
"I am certain you actually want to know who I am."
For a second, she wondered what that sentence meant before answering anything. But she couldn't stop her question to slip.
"Right. How so?"
She swore she then heard a shift before the voice returned. But it was different. It was familiar. It almost felt like home. So much she couldn't help the tears starting to form in her warm chocolate irises.
"Look behind you."
And she did. She just did as she was told. And she saw the reason she was waiting for in the first place.
She couldn't bulge for a few seconds, she needed to take a full look at the figure.
Reaching 6"1, a former lanky stature now slimer but quite muscular. Tan skin, some hispanic features, light-brown eyes, an upturned nose. Former short spiked hair was currently longer and falling on each side of his face. But the killer part was the grin from ear to ear able to melt all your troubles just by his sight. A suitcase with a characteristic purple and red djembe bag by his side.
She noticed he was wearing a flannel shirt, she also recognised one of his usual nerdy tees from back in the days, one with his favorite super-hero on it.
But she didn't mind because it was him. That's how she could be certain it was him and not an impostor. That and his eyes and smile that could just reach her every time.
Probably sensing her inner dilemma or whatever it was, he decided to simply open wide his arms, inviting her to step forward. That she did, reducing faster and faster the distance between them until she was back where she belonged. In his arms.
The feeling of the soft flannel material against her skin was thrilling and she couldn't stop the hot tears to form back and fall on her cheeks. A sob almost escaped when she lifted her head to glance at him. He was doing the same, with a fond smile and soft gaze boring into her. Enjoying again the view of her long dark braided hair falling on either side of her face, the dark skin on her cheeks arboring a bit of red from blushing, her kind chocolate eyes but also her tempting and full glossy lips that he wanted to rediscover.
And just as naturally as it was for them, their lips met again in a sweet, loving and passionate kiss.
She never had enough of those. She never had enough of him. Even younger, when he was at the pic of his spaztic nature, she still was fond of him. But she was more anxious to let it public. Now, since they graduated, she didn't care anymore. If she wanted to shout to all the world she loved her goofball, then she would. And nothing would stop her.
She adored and enjoyed every moment, every aspect of their relationship, and now marriage.
And as they were exiting the airport to go to her car, she could tell she didn't care if her hands were tiny. Because she definitely missed feeling her hand into his, in a firm but tender grip, intertwined fingers.
"I love you Sheen..."
Those few words were followed by a sincere grin never leaving her lips, her irises sparkling turned to the object of her desires. Her younger-self would already have curse many times for thinking that way towards none other than this boy, now man... Being addicted like that. But she didn't regret the path her life took since.
In return, she treasured the warmth of his fingers tightening around hers and his eyes meeting her own. Light and dark brown connecting again, cherishing the sight of each other. When she recognized his unique but captivating voice answering, almost like a whisper only meant to her to hear, she thought she was going to melt.
"I love you too Libby.."
And now that she had this warmth back as much as her hearbeat increasing just watching his goofy smile, she felt the most loved and attractive.
Because through his gaze, she always was and always would be.
THE END.