Chapter VI

The noise of the teenagers around me. Their laughter and boisterous talking.

The loud music.

It all made my head hurt.

Nina, was still wrapped around me, saying something I couldn't hear.

The fire crackled in front of us.

Why did I agree to come out?

Oh wait, that's right

I didn't agree.

I looked at the fire.

The blazing heat of it caused a sheen of sweat to form on my face and my hands grew clammy.

Every so often, someone would pour their drink into the flames, causing them to soar into the sky.

Like a phoenix.

As I stared at the captivating glowing orange thing in front of me, a group of people on the otherside of it caught my attention.

They were all huddled around someone, seemingly interested in them.

Nina looked up at me and saw me gazing over at the group.

"That's the new kid." she said, her voice low.

"Apparently he's rich."

I turned my gaze towards her and saw a look of... something... on her face.

Maybe she wanted to be with someone who had money to throw at her.

Someone who could buy her pretty dresses and go to expensive restaurants.

Someone she wouldn't feel ashamed to be with.

I looked back up at the 'new kid' on the otherside of the fire and as if he sensed me looking at him, he looked up too.

Our gazes locked.

My heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't look away.

His eyes...

His eyes were a beautiful honey colour.

...

A honey colour...

Like his eyes...

He had eyes like that.

How could I forget?

How could I forget?

I stared at the guy across the fire, noticing how much he looked like him.

Apart from his eyes, his blond hair, slightly messy, hair that made you want to run your fingers through it for hours on end...

That was the same aswell.

The shape of his face, even the little freckle below his eye...

All of it was the same.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood up.

I could hear Nina protesting as I pushed her off of me.

I didn't care.

My legs took me around the roaring flames of the fire.

The fire which reflected the burning longing in my heart.

For the first time, I wasn't overcome with a melancholy feeling when thinking about him.

I felt like I was floating.

Drifting towards the guy who sat with a group of people surrounding him.

Everything faded out of focus.

I couldn't feel the heat of the fire, couldn't hear the music or the loud chatter of unruly teenagers, couldn't smell the smoke and alcohol which seemed to live in the air.

All I could focus on was this guy who looked so much like the one who I loved.

The one who I had lost.

I arrived in front of him.

My heart was pounding.

Our gazes were locked, neither one of us seemed to be able to look away from the other.

I could tell the group around him were looking at me strange.

But so what?

The only thing that mattered to me right now in this moment was the fact that this person, who looked so much like him, was here in front of me.

I took another shaky step closer.

The distance closed even more.

I was looking down at him now.

I was so close I could run my hands through that beautiful hair.

So close I could touch him if I wanted to.

I did want to touch him.

Just to make sure he was real.

Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.