Sometimes, she felt as if she were waiting on a shooting star, never knowing when she would next see him. Most of the time, the black velvet sky would remain stubbornly clear, especially if she were wishing for it, but when she least expect it, the meteor would appear, and she would simply nest herself smugly into the soft bed of grass and be enraptured as it streaked across the night sky.
There was no need for her usual exuberance; no need for the never-ending flow of conversation; no need for anything save an appreciative silence.
She could not be bothered with the fact that her friends thought she was verbally incapacitated.
If anything, he left her breathless.
Being around him was different. It did not matter that the thought of him tempted her to dance in the rain; that the mention of his name made her giggle at every little thing; that he, just him, made her believe in fairy tales again.
But during those rare occasions when he would step out from the sea of people and the clutter of his work and sit facing her on an island of calm, she would just content herself with watching him, acutely aware of his nature of coming and going like neon.
There was the way his hair fall over his eyes, she was a sucker for that. There was the mysteriousness in him that she yearned to unravel, or perhaps it was just his quiet manner. There was also his contradicting character that she found so uncannily like her.
And oh, his smiles. They seemed to be saying something to her all the time; teasing her, encouraging her, paying her the attention that his dark eyes did not. Fleetingly, she wondered if she could save them in her piggybank and cash them in for a hug.
But all too soon, he stood up, flashing his beatific smile. Then, he took a step back and became just another face in the crowd.
P.S. So, Commander Lee, is this essay satisfactory to you? Or am I still being too vague? (You DO remember you requested for this particular short passage, right?)
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