Hillside in Creative Writing
- Oct. 30, 2013, 2:02 a.m.
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- Public
"Can you hear it?"
Her eyes were so beautiful. She could look so young when she gave you those beautiful puppy-dog eyes that changed color with whatever she was wearing. Today they were a gorgeous deep blue to go with the sweater her grandmother had knit her. She was on her back, my head on her chest. What did she want me to hear?
"I hear your heart beat."
"No, that's not it." She let out a deep sigh. I hated disappointing her. Everyone did. She was a princess, but not the snotty kind who wanted everything her way simply because she said so. No, she was the better kind. The one that would never think of bossing anyone around, and just by her beauty and kindness made everyone want to please her always.
We'd been running before we collapsed into the grass and I laid my head on her. Her heart had been thumping wildly, but now it had calmed and slowed. It was putting me to sleep. I held my breath, trying desperately to quiet every part of my own body so I could hear hers more clearly. Nope. Still bu-bump. Bu-bump. Steady. Strong. Peaceful.
"I don't hear it. Can I get a hint?"
She shook her head sadly and a copper sunset moved around her face as she did so. "It's nothing." Her hand absently traced through my hair and I closed my eyes. She was really making me fight sleep here...
I sat up a little too quickly, determined not to fall asleep when something was obviously important to her. My head spun a bit, and I closed my eyes until the trees and hills settled down. When I opened my eyes again, she had sat up as well. "What's wrong?"
I gave her a slightly crooked grin. "You're too comfortable. I wasn't going to let you off that easy, you know." A breeze danced through the grass and I scooted closer to her as she wrapped her arms around herself. Summer was fading quickly. Days were still warm, but the nights were beginning to cool off. Neither of us had particularly dressed for it.
"It's getting late," she said, as if to the sky. She didn't really seem to expect an answer. After a minute of silence she added, "We should head back."
I nodded. "That's ok," I said as I stood up and knocked the dirt off of my fading jeans. Then I held a hand out to help her up. "It's a long walk back. You can explain on the way."
Lina ⋅ October 31, 2013
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