she looks absolutely ravishing. her olive skin shiny and flawless.her hair falls down in a dark stylishly messy fishtail braid down her back. i've caught several people glance her way till now but i don't think she does. she is too busy biting her painted nails to the quick. her other hand is shoved deep into her pocket. her high-waisted jeans and crop top fit her snugly showing off her toned legs and slim stomach.
her kohl-ed dark eyes dart around anxiously , ox-blood lips parted. looking down at my ripped jean-shorts, the excess fat on my jiggly thighs and chubby stomach , i run a weary hand through my short dark brown hair, resigned to the fact that i'll never be half as good as her or even nearly as pretty. shifting my weight on my other leg i lean against the door in a resigned posture, earphones in my ears and head in the clouds.
i've seen her glance at me quite a few times now. and although i uncalled for attention makes me nervous, i somehow don't mind her staring. who would mind being the focus of such alluring hazel eyes? i wish faded jeans looked half as good at me. they just make my skin look much darker than it already is and the blemishes on my legs more prominent. her crop top shows off her pierced belly button.running a hair down my frizzy braid i wish for it to be as smooth as her chocolate colored hair.
the guy standing beside her has been staring at her for quite a while now. not like she notices. i bite down an amused smile as i see his futile efforts to be noticed. there is a sudden lurch of the train compartment and i lose my footing falling at the feet of the girl.i scramble quickly to my knees terrible embarrassed to be the center of attention of the entire carriage. just as i feel a panic attack coming on,a pair of hazel eyes comes into view steadying me.
"You alright?"
"Yeah.I'm good." I notice her earphones lying by my feet suddenly realizing i ripped them out of her ears during my fall. i wince and picking them apologize profusely "I'm extremely sorry." unable to meet her intense gaze, i can almost hear her smiling as she speaks.
i glance at her flushed cheeks and downcast eyes and feel my heart swells with an inexplicable emotion at her shy ,timid ways. "It's perfectly alright." I smile at her warmly , assuring her .
she lifts her head to give me a quiet smile before taking a step back
"This is my stop.Have a good day." i lift my hand in a half - wave.
"You're beautiful " i want to say but instead a "Bye." makes its way out of my mouth as i watch her walk away.
while i walk away i wonder , would this have gone down a different way if i'd told her she was perfect?
A/N: You're unique. One of a kind. You're somebody's role model. Why aim to be someone else?Vote and comment to show your appreciation :)
