It was as if she was completely unaware of everything around her. She didn't realize when people stared, when their attention was drawn to her. It was like she was in a world of her own, and none of them were invited.
The boys stared. Boys will always stare. But his gaze was different; he looked at her like she was a puzzle he needed to figure out—like something to be fixed and put back together. Of course, she didn't notice that either.
The world could have passed her by, and still, she would have been content, peering out at the horizon with wonder. She knew there was always something new to learn, and as long as she was alive, she was going to learn it.
He didn't understand that. How could he? He had had most things handed to him, as many did; he didn't feel the need to acquire knowledge when he already had everything. Except her.
He didn't have her, and that was what bothered him the most. She was the one thing that wouldn't just be given to him. She wasn't a gift to be passed around at a white elephant exchange. She was something to be treasured. Something to be loved. Someone.
6/8/2018
1:22am
YOU ARE READING
unfinished snippets
RandomLittle things that I think of at random times - more or less an explosion of creativity straight from my brain. Sometimes I have ideas that i can't quite visualize so I put them here. Sometimes it's a snippet of a story I'm workshopping, other times...
