Faria_Samira

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ]

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too.

I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. 

Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. 

"You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers.

"Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved.His voice is fading away. 

My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. 

"Goddammit!" 

I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. 

"I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. 

I won't cry. What's the point of crying?

My sixth sense is suddenly alert. 
Somebody is watching me. I spin around. 

A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. 

They are dark green.

They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. 

And they are watching me.

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

I quietly climb up the stairs to the rooftop. There is a little garden of flowers, now they are starting blossoming. I inhale deeply the sweet scent of them, crossing my arms across my chest. The air is cold but refreshing, it starts to calm my mind and I slowly stare up at the sky.

It was my father who first taught me about the stars and constellation. I used to climb up a banyan tree beside our house, then jump at the roof. Dad also used to say that it was dangerous for me to go to the roof at night, but when I capriced to him to teach me the names of stars, he couldn't deny me. It's a moonless night, yeah, there is my favorite star, Rigil Kentaurus. I sigh again, watching the large constellation Ursa Major. Why am I sighing? Shouldn't I be happy tonight? Is something bothering me?

"Watching stars?" a male voice says behind me, his footsteps approaching. "Tonight it has a nice view, I see."

Chapter Twenty-eight : Standing So Close