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a single tear worked its way down his high cheekbones.
he stole a glance at her. good, her gaze was turned towards the setting sun in the distance.
he hurriedly brushed it away, frustrated at his lack of control over his emotions and at the entire world in general.
she was the only girl he'd come this close to crying in front of, partly because she never judged him and partly because she was a cast-out in school. who would be ashamed in front of those whom were repeated cast aside, rejected, and unloved? he wasn't. she was his friend, albeit a secret friend. his friends could never hear of this. crying in front of a girl, or hanging out with a cast-out--he wasn't sure which was worse. he'd lose his position in his circle of friends if that happened.
"i was adopted you know," she interrupts his thoughts gently.
yes, he knew. that was one of the many reasons why she wasn't well-loved in school. she was an orphan living with a poor family on the edge of town. it was rumored her father had embezzled large amounts of money and died in a skirmish with the police. nobody knew who her mother was. once again he wondered why he was even talking to her. it could destroy all the friendships he ever knew. he kept silent.
"i don't know who my parents are, or whether they ever wanted me," she continued, "and that hurts."
"at least you know your parents love you," she added softly.
he looked up to search her dark eyes, not sure if he'd find envy and jealously. for him. or pity for her own portion in life.
but her eyes were soft and...was that a hint of contentment? they were definitely peaceful considering the amount of hardships she had to bear at such a young age.
he had never look into her eyes before. at least, not since the day she found him by the stream, disconsolate and seething with rage. he'd only looked into her eyes out of surprise that she had found him. that was his secret spot, and apparently, it had been hers as well.
"some things you'll never miss until they're gone. and other things it'll take you years to realize you can live without."
her sigh that followed was highlighted with sadness and regret.
"you know if you talk in a more direct way, it'll help with your reputation in school.
just tell me directly that you want me to love my family more and pay less attention to what my friends think."
turning her eyes to hold his gaze, she murmured reproachfully, "it's not only your family. or your friends."
he was trying to figure out what she meant when she stood abruptly and stretched her legs.
"i gotta go, kevin. there's lots of work to be done." she laughed ruefully. "and i don't think you would want to be seen with me since your friends are on their way up the hill."
sake's alive he could hear them now. was he really so deep in thought that he didn't hear that ruckus?
"thanks for the heads up, kate. i was just wondering, what did you mean when..."
he looked up, but she had fled down the hill.
just imagine | ♥ it's fiction time
my attempt at writing fiction. the thoughts just flowed out and i rediscovered my love for writing.
i will probably continue this story when i find the time and inspiration :)
on another note: i have been swamped with school, and will be busy until end of may.
i'll be getting some guest posters though, and post when i'm free(ish). and a new blog design is on the way--so excited! :)