Seven Minutes โ Beyond The Scene
The first glance of her was like a deeply desired breath of air after spending a long time under water. She did not seem to care about your simple way of dressing, or the fact that she had rosy cheeks due to both the low degreed weather outside and the slight pattern of blemishes against them. She was just gripping onto the pair of books tightly having them pushed up against her chest as she walked down the long sidewalk. Never in a million years would he had expected to see such a beguiling woman standing just there, seeming like she contemplated of something that would change her life forever. He watched from afar as she gave her fingers a slight wiggle before bending down. She placed her books on the ground before taking the least amount of steps to get close to the railing. The she just stood there. Not once she moved, not once she yelled nor sobbed out from what her could tell. She just stood, looking out to the view of the flowing water, occasionally noticing slight rifts in the pattern of the water flow.
Reasons to keep fighting were clouding the little area of her brain. She had considered if it was as easy as it seemed. A couple of hard steps, and she would be in a better place. At least she hoped that the place was better. She wondered, considered, took by consideration that what he was planning to do was wrong. No one like him made her feel better. Taking those couple of steps that she had taken forward back, her lips trembled as she reflected, what was she going to do? Was she crazy? Why would she just end fighting like this? God, why did she want this? Shaking her head as tears fell, she quickly picked up her books and took off with a slight sprint. She needed to tell him how much of a life support he was for her; how every time she felt; wanted to kill her self he was there. Smilingโlookingโunderstanding. But that wasnโt all he did! He kept her standing! He kept her from loosing her head like how she was doing now! When she felt that there wasnโt an exit around her, he was there. Whispering to her not to let go, not to give in. But wait, she was about to give! In! She needed to tell him befoโ She tripped and fell scraping up her knee. She was sorry for making him wait. She was sure that he was sitting in the quiet cafรฉ waiting patiently for her to get there. She ignored the throbbing pain and kept going.
Well aware of the bouquet of smeraldo flowers in his hand, the handsome dark haired man gave them a last look before glancing up. There wasnโt much that he wanted to tell the girl that he was meeting, but that he hoped that he would be there forever to make her the happiest woman alive. She meant more to him than he had expected. It had always been hard for him to admit his true feelings for her; after all she was the most beautiful woman in his life; like one of the most beautiful moments in life. After checking for any incoming cars, he slightly jogged across the street to not miss the last seconds of the crossing privileges, but his body was suddenly and violently propelled back and was flung across the air feetโs away from the ground. From the hard impact he laid there, the back of his head bleeding softly while the neatly made bouquet of flowers fell down from the sky, gracefully to meet him.ย
The driver came to a painfully screeching halt, but whoever was to blame for the hit and run slowly got out, before getting back in and leaving the scene of the crash as if nothing ย had ever happened. He hoped that she was not worried right now. She had this spine chilling response of going out to look for him whenever he was late to meet up with her, but he prayed that she would stay inside and resume her steaming cup of hot chocolate. He softly with all his might moved ย his head to the side, but his vision still remained blurry. He let out a stained sob. If he had only gotten out of his house seven minutes before, the most beautiful thing in his life would not be leaving his grasp like this.
The freckles against her cheeks werenโt enough to give her justice. Maybe the bulky pair of glasses did? Or the way her hair failed to stay still against the soft winds of this beautiful autumn day? She collected a handful of dead leaves before getting back up slowly. There were these rumors that kept going around of her and of how she was unable to make etiquette ย friends to befriend for some reason. He had never thought of her as a loner or a bad person. The term lone wolf went with her better than anything else. He watched her a little more as she walked up to an older wooden table and took a seat. Would this had been the first time he said something to her? Yes. Would it be the last time he does say something to her? No. Making his way out of the blob of same classed students, he played with his hair a little trying to not look as bad as he wanted to look. He took a breath, and as he finished walking to get to where she was, she looked up and met eyes with him.
โWhat does this make us? Will you hold onto me if I ever considered leaving you?โ
He looked down at her, taken back by the random question. Of course he would. She was the one that built him right up when something happened.
โI donโt feel like answering that question. Itโs too easy and you know how much you actually mean to me.โ
He looked back out at the window, watching as the snow drizzled down to the people walking down the ย narrow bypassing. But only for a couple of short seconds before glancing back at her. He spoke up before she got hurt because of him.
โI only say it like that because you already know the answer to that question. If you want me to sincere ย and answer any question that you have, make it a silly one that you wonโt know the answer to. Could I ask you one?โ
She nodded softly, out of words.
โWhat is your favorite flower?โ
โIโve always loved smeraldo flowers. My mother used to have a green hand when it came to those beauties. Why do you ask?โ
He remained quiet. He was never the one to give flowers when there were better things out there to give his loved ones. Only when there was a time to be given, or when he felt that something special had to be brought up he would give them.
โJust remember that if I ever give you a bouquet of smeraldo, I have something that I must tell you. For that when that time comes, you could be ready without any surprises.โ
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