The skittles had melted in her hands .
The red coating her palms .
What am I doing ?
He pulled away from her , dropping onto the palms of his own hand .
He could feel the trail of tears marking their way down his cheeks .
He could hear his heartbeating , running away with his breathe .
He looked into her wild brown eyes , with a wild look of his own .
" My hands sticky " . She said . Dropping the skittles into the nearby grass .
" If you can't eat them , might as well let some bug have them " .
She looked at her palm , she looked at him .
He looked at her palm , he looked at her .
Suddenly she spread her hand out , pressing it roughly to his face . She wiggled it around . Coating his face with sweet stickiness .
" Wha arg yoh doin? " his words came out muffled .
" My hands are dirty . They need cleaning . You were around " .
She stated bluntly . Drawing her hand away .
" Whats that supposed to mean? " he kept his eyes closed , the sweetness might sting .
" What do you think it means? " She asked .
He opened his eyes . His eyes didn't sting , they were just sticky .
" Whats your name? " he asked .
She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully . Studying him carefully .
" What do you think my name is? "
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Skittles & Skateboards
Spiritual" Judging someone doesn't define who they are , it defines who YOU are " ~ unknown ~ He's been judged his whole life but yet ... is it really a life when no one has allowed him to live ? And , just like that , life is brought to him , with a bag o...
