"How does it feel?" Heart asked as she sat on her haunches.
"It does not hurt anymore," Cyril said. He sat on the wooden floor with his legs wide apart. He had learnt the side splits and the forward split. It took him a month though but he didn't care. He wouldn't even care if he learnt nothing because that was not what he was there was, he was there for his instructor, beautiful Heart Willington.
"Good, now that we are done stretching, let's do our today's dance routine," Heart smiled.
"Of course,"
Her smile had a sadness and he noticed it. He noticed every expression she showed him, even if it were meant to be hidden. The glass chadeliers above them shone bright and the wooden floor felt warm. His blue shoes shone in the light as her dull, white shoes shrunk back.
"Is something wrong?" Cyril asked.
"No?" She laughed, "Why would you think that?"
"I just felt seconds of sadness in the room and I thought it could be nobody but you,"
She looked at the floor, "Actually, I still haven't found a partner for my dance yet. Nobody wants to dance with me. It's always been this way I'm always shut down by people and just isolated. That's why I turn to the internet but relationships over the interet are..." She shrugged her shoulders as if realising she must stop, "Nothing, I forgot what I was saying,"
Cyril was staring ahead of him, it was quiet.
"You know sometimes," He said, "God isolates you so that you get yourself together,"
She looked at him as her cheeks turned red, "I do not know what you've gone through, I won't ask. Though I want you to know that you might lose friendships and relationships but a better you is worth so much more"
Her blue eyes lit up and slowly his gaze turned towards her. His eyes were the cure to every fear she had, even the fears didn't know existed. Blue like the sky with green leaves floating over them, like watching the sky from the canopies of a dense forest, like staring at clear streams with algae growing on the stones at its bed, like staring at a kiwi in a blue Hawaiian cocktail. Those eyes were an imperfection, but they were so perfect to her. They looked serious, but above that, they looked magical.
She reached her hand to his face and pressed it over his red cheeks. His eyes widened, her eyes were a much deeper shade of blue, like looking at the stars shining inside the ocean. They both looking into each other's eyes.
"How are your eyes so beautiful?" She asked. He didn't know what to say. But she didn't want an answer, not from him atleast. The air condioners were on, but it felt hot. His chest was burning. He had never felt like that before, he had never been this close to a girl before.
"What...do you mean?"
She moved her fingers towards his bun and undid his pin, his bun opened and his straight, brunette hair fell over his shoulders and slowly slid down to his chest and then to his belly button. She smiled as she moved her fingers through her hair and brought the silky hair strands near her mouth.
"Did you shampoo today?"
"Y-Yes,"
She smiled as she pressed them over her lips, "I love your hair,"
Cyril blushed. He wanted to grab her arms, pull her towards him and punch his lips over hers. Just the thought of it made him excited and he grabbed her arms.
"Do you like someone, Cyra?" She asked, calmly. Cyril's excitement grew, he wanted to yell that he loved her, but he realised that he was a girl at that moment. They couldn't be more than just friends, well, not her, but him? He was still a boy inside, a boy who loved her.
"...I do,"
Heart looked surprised, "Oh, I didn't know that," She chuckled. Her heart was aching. She wanted to let go of her feeling for him at that very moment, she wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh at her stupidity to believe it would work if she took it slow.
Every love she hurried with, left her in pain, every love that made her wait, let her hurt. She would let the pain pierce her heart but her mind wasn't strong enough to let her scream. Leaving her throat like the thorns of a dried rose digging itself inside her heart.
The sun was setting, she was walking with Cyril. They both were quiet, they could hear the sounds of the waves, the seagulls, the sound of ships and wind that struck her hair. She was in love, but she had to let go. Falling in love was easy, but letting go even before something happened...
"Have you ever loved a boy before?" Heart asked Cyril.
Cyril looked at the sky, as if reading from the distant clouds, "I wouldn't call it love, I just liked him a bit,"
She was expecting one cliché teenage romance story, of how she loved a boy till her core but he broke her heart. But guess they both were different in more ways than she knew. Cyril looked ahead as he fixed his collar,
"He was different and I wanted to know to why. We both knew exactly what we were doing, we just acted like we didn't. Every phone call, every strand of hair he touched, nothing ever meant anything to me. I thought I could fall for him, but everything ended all of a sudden, and now all I remember is coffee and brown eyes,"
"Why? You definaltely loved him...And it still looks like you still do,"
"No, that's the point, I didn't love him. I can't love people, I'm not even sure if I love you or—" He stopped as his face turned red, "I mean—"
"Falling in love," She wasn't listening anymore and he was glad she didn't pay attention to what he said, "You know, at first, you don't even know it's happening. It all just starts with a simple "hello" and you never guess it would lead to something.
Your mind starts to concentrate on that one person, and nothing else. Whenever you see, talk or are even near to that special someone, those butterflies and that smile appear as your problems seem to disappear. Everything they say or do makes you smile. You just had that happy feeling inside again, right? It's a good feeling, isn't it?"
'I'm sure I love you,' He smiled and she blushed, "What?"
"It's a beautiful feeling. Especially beautiful when it's about you,"
"What? WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"
"Just kidding," He ran away.
'Why am I always...
Running away?'
"Well, look at the good part. Atleast you learnt how to flirt. Finally." Edgar took a sip of his black coffee while he sat on Cyril's bed and Skyler lay behind him. Skyler was fast asleep. Cyril was brushing his hair, "Why is it so frizzy? Should I cut it?"
"Forget that, I have figured something out for you,"
"What is it?"
"Become a boy," Edgar said with a straight face.
"Mate, I thought you were serious,"
"I am, I can make you a man,"
"Right, what the fuck does that mean?"
"It means we add a wiener to your body?"
"No,"
"Just kidding, I don't even have an extra wiener to give you,"
"Why are you so disgusting?"
"Alright, listen to this, remember that time we dressed you as a girl?"
"For the coffee shop?"
"For extra dough, yeah. So, we can dress you up as a man for the surfing league,"
"I just wear trunks, what about my chest?"
"Yeah, wear a surfing gear covering your chest," Edgar took his bag and threw it at Cyril. He looked inside, there was a binder and his surfing gear. He suddenly felt fingers on his neck and moved away. Edgar looked into his eyes and then at his hair, "We need to cut it,"
"I love your hair,"
"No, I don't wanna cut my hair,"
"Mate—"
"We can use a wig, right?"
"What if it comes off? You will be surfing, it's risky,"
"It's okay, we'll secure it tightly. Skyler's mom is a make up artist, he can ask her, right?"
Skyler opened his eyes, "...Okay,"
"Why do you not wanna chop the salad, mate?" Edgar asked.
"Cuz...I like long hair,"
"You've had short hair your entire life,"
"Yes, but now I want them long. It'll be fine, right? As long as nobody knows about it. We are safe," Cyril smiled and went away.
Edgar looked into the mirror, "This will be bad..."
-To be continued
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