Her...

Her eyes, bluer than the midday sky, framed by long lashes. Her lips, covered by a dark, cherry red lipstick. Her hair, dark brown and curled to perfection, falls around her shoulders. Her voice, smooth as silk, with just a hint of honey.

Your eyes are steady, focused on her face, as you study her body, trying to remember every unique detail, no matter how small. The way the dimple on her left cheek appears as she smiles. The way her eyes light up, brighter than New York City, while she talks about her future... her future... oh, how you'd love to be a part of her future... there is just one little... okay... one HUGE problem... She barely knows you... all she knows is what she has heard from her friends... You shake yourself awake, realizing you had drifted into that trance again, then go back to basking in her perfection, looking over her from afar as she walks along with her friends.

She is wearing a deep red croptop; it hangs off her right shoulder, showing the thin, black strap of her bra. Her shirt reveals her flat stomach and her silver belly button ring. She shows off her long legs, sporting a pair of shorts with a few holes from being worn so much; they just barely cover her firm, round butt. The way she walks, a Goddess of her own making, her stride, so graceful yet so powerful, anyone in their right mind can't help but stare in awe.

You force your gaze away from her for a brief moment, knowing what your heart desires most is extremely unlikely. The depression and that feeling of self-loathing hits you like an 18-wheeler... you know she is too good for you... Why would anyone as beautiful and perfect as she, want someone like you? You look yourself over in your mind... crooked teeth, hair that never wants to cooperate, eyes so dark brown they almost look black, your scars... all those scars... hundreds of them... thousands even... almost all, from your own hands... scars from burning yourself... scars from blades... scars from pencils...

Over the past few months you've begun covering them up with ink... tattoo ink. It's your new way of dealing with your stress, your anxiety, your depression. It feels the same way as self-harm, but it's much more than that, it's art! It makes you feel better, but only while you are under that tattoo gun... As soon as it's gone, everything comes rushing back... that is... except when you're looking at her.

There are some things you know about her, things that you know if they applied to anyone else, you would never go near that person again, let alone want to give them your friendship, or your love, yet, that is exactly what you want with her! You know these things about her, but they have no effect on your feelings for her! You are fully aware that she is almost constantly drinking, you understand she is deep into the life of using drugs. These scraps of knowledge would make you avoid anyone else, yet you are inescapably drawn to her. You look past those flaws, and just focus completely on everything else. There is just something about her, something that has caused you to become obsessed with is woman, just two years older than yourself, that you barely know, and you don't care!

Author's Note

This is just the beginning of something I started writing today, there shall be much more to come, as I am writing it now XD

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[SRMarx]

It is so interesting to read stories in 2nd person!