pt. 0.0 to ∞
he wasnt pretty to look at, not at all. sometimes from a side angle, he looked nice. but good lighting was essential for that. he looked dead half the time, especially because of his eyes. if you looked deep into them when they weren’t looking at you, you’d notice how painfully sad they were, even from behind a glass, the sadness was as clear as a night lacking stars. but there were times when he smiled at her and you could see a small bit of glimmer, a shine. sometimes, it stayed, and sometimes it decided not to.
he wasnt pretty to look at, not at all. but it was the way he was around her that made him feel so pretty. every morning, her wet hair would leave tiny trails of water behind her, the little drops struggling to meet up with her, longing to make a puddle of mess or a mess of puddle. he’d look up at her from where he was sitting, smiling at her daily mess. in a way, he could relate to the trails. always wanting to be around her, but she never would stop running. as always, he’d wait for her to sit beside him, but just as always, she’d sit a branch away. with a mouthful of goodmorning’s and exaggerated gestures of eyebrows, they’d exchange silent words.
pt. 0.5 to ∞
she wasnt pretty to look at, not at all. sometimes on a clouded murky morning, she’d smile with her eyes and the clouds would sigh in bliss. other days, she’d be lost in her own mind, leaving trails of soon-to-be forgotten thoughts. she looked happy most of the time, especially because of her hands. if you looked closely, you’d notice how they were always moving, either playing a song or moving with the wind. but the days she was sad were the most painful to see, watching her watch him drown in his own sadness was like watching the the little droplets struggle as they tried to keep up. roles reversed; always wanting to be around him, but he would never let her.
she wasn’t pretty to look at, not at all. but it was the way she was around him that made her feel so pretty. every morning, she’d walk up to where he was sitting and take a seat a few meters away. conversing through abrupt waving of hands and vigorously shaking heads. little droplets would fall on his face when she’d shake her head and a sheepish smile would come over her as he’d scowl and wipe his face. tripping over thoughts, she’d peer at him, trying her best to figure him out. he’d let out a lazy chuckle after seeing her apologetic look. from afar, they looked like two beings falling in love, slowly and almost there.
pt. 0.1 to ∞
– not every one could understand what they had; they all wondered too much. how she could be around him with his ever-changing mind, how he could stay with her with her seasonal moods, or how they could love each other when they were everything what opposites shouldn’t be, still they were opposites in all true ways, and still they were identical in all the ways they shouldn’t be.