So idk what this is but I was up late last night and I wrote something and this is it! I know I've only shared poetry really on here, but I do actually write stories a lot and this is one (very short) one of them! Enjoy!! —————————————————— Draft: 2 Writing time: 20 min. Tone: Melancholic Inspiration: idk anymore .......................................................... His eyes weren’t the first thing I noticed about him, but the fact that they were trained on me. He didn’t blink. Not even when I did. As if I’d stepped into the exact frame of a picture he’d been waiting to capture. Not like I was beautiful. Not even like I was interesting. Just like I was important. That was what made me pause. I’d never seen him before, not that I could remember, but the way he studied me, unflinching even as I turned my gaze to him, made it feel like I did. A strange familiarity curled around the edges of my mind, so fresh I could taste it. It was a taste I had once known as warm, like touching my lips to a hot mug as the tea burned my tongue, but it had become cold as the winter wind in my face. That’s why I hesitated, why I dropped my gaze as quickly as it had found his. This feeling was not a new one. But this apprehension was. His eyes were warm — like the honey I used to add to that steaming tea in the mornings to cool my chilled body. But I no longer drank tea in the mornings because nothing could keep me warm any longer. Not even the sweetest honey or the warmest tea. The coldness wasn’t in the air around us. It wasn’t even in the way the world had frozen in that moment. It was in me—something empty and hollow that stretched out, reaching for him, but never quite touching. Never touching. Because I hated how this feeling wasn’t new, how I got the chance to feel it all over again. I let the icy chill of the trepidation wrap around my heart and my mind. Drop by drop, the honey wet down the drain, away, away, away. And when I looked up again to meet his eyes, his gaze no longer held that significance that I had once sought from the wrong pair of eyes. He looked unsure. I turned away and let him remain in his uncertainty.
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