Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 28 - Shadows of the Truth (Samson POV)Pt. 1

Chapter 28 - Shadows of the Truth (Samson POV)Pt. 1

Fatima wasn't what everyone or someone else would call 'hot' or 'sexy', but she was so beautiful to me.

Her eyes too large for her pointy face and her lips, the top one larger than the bottom and while Cynthia had nearly dark blonde hair and pale skin. Fatima had thick dark brownish red wild natural curls, and her skin tone was different, not quite Sepia, but not Fawn either. A natural undertone that many others would need to use blush to recreate but was seemingly catching and natural on Fatima's face. As though she'd run a mile or was always embarrassed.

Though, as I think it, I'm disappointed in myself really. It was not that she was always embarrassed, or maybe Fatima was. But I think grimly, that it was there was so much that she did not know in the world. So much that she had been made to believe that every new fact was either a welcomed piece of information or a dreaded jab at her time spent indoors. As though mocking her.

Her lips, though that was what always captured my attention.

With all the sisters I had, I knew that with makeup they could make their lips more defined, but with Fatima, she had this natural line, more defined by her rosy lips. The top part of her mouth appeared like a spaced out 'M.'

Still no matter how I describe them, I'd never get them right, but I'd also never see that on anyone else. I'd never see her small smiles or curled pursed lips on anyone.

Sure everyone, anyone could do the same action, but they'd never look like Fatima while doing it, and they'd never have her story, they'd never appreciate someone holding their hand, or having a conversation to get to know one another.

They'd never be so brutally honest with their words or facial reactions like her, and yes, there were probably some girls that would think talking until we fell asleep was a wonderful way to spend the night. But I had yet to meet anyone that had that approach or belief, until Fatima.

I wasn't even much of a talker, but when I was around her, it was like I wanted to give as much as I got and then some. Fatima was intelligent, but it was how, or what she said during conversations, she never said what I expected, and she was honest.

The best trait she had, was her honesty. Sure she was beautiful, but Fatima was on her level, she always spoke genuinely, never answering to please me.

But most importantly, even though I wouldn't say she had no feeling about what she was asking, or saying, I knew she did. I knew that she was putting herself on the line when she answered or spoke because there was so much that she didn't know.

So now, when she asks, "Samson, are we friends?" I'm half a bit cursing myself because if I had done a better job of being honest with her, she wouldn't have to question. However, her bravery to even ask once again sets her apart.

So when Thaddeus starts to laugh silently, I glare, unable to control my reaction because he doesn't know. He acts as though it's funny, but the truth is, he's mocking her by mocking me. Still it was a shock, Fatima shied away from others, but just when I assume she wouldn't ask me such a question; she does.