As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them.
Buzz. Buzz.
Her phone. Her parents must have walked into her room where she was supposed to be sleeping. She took it out of her pocket, glancing at the glaring name of her father, pressed end, and placed the device back into her pocket. She returned her gaze upon his.
“ You should probably go.”
He saw how her warm green eyes were reaching out. She didn’t want to go. They reminded him of the mother he used to know, though the whites of her eyes were usually pinkish. Her whites were whiter than an undisturbed, fresh snowfall. He wished his eyes could be like hers, so perfect and untouched, but his had started to look like his mother’s more and more often. She was so perfect. The early light of the sunrise finally hit her face, caressing it. She turned her head to face it. The light bounced off of her pale face, illuminating it.
“ My, isn’t it beautiful. I have never seen anything like it.” She smiled. Her teeth seemed to become opaque white crystals, brightening the sunrise.
“ Yes it is,” he replied, without even looking into the direction of the rising sun. She turned her head and saw his gaze. The silence of nature was never broken. They spoke through their gaze. They began to lean in.
Buzz. Buzz.
Buzz. Buzz.
She shoved her hand into her pocket and picks up: “ What?”
“ Where are you young lady?”
“ I woke up early and went for a walk.”
“ Why didn’t you leave a note?”
“ I thought I would be back by the time you guys got up.”
“ That is no excuse, young lady. You are to come home immediately.”
“ But dad…”
“ No buts. We will discuss your punishment when you get home.”
“ Fine.”
She stuffed the interrupting device back into her pocket.
“ I should go.”
“ You should.
” He nodded. With the phrase leaving his mouth, he felt their hearts tear apart. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“ We should do this again.”
“ Yeah, we should. ”
She then sped away to race home to parents who would end up giving no punishment, or a minor one at least.
He sat there in the silence, procrastinating. He did not want to go back to the place people would call home. He did not want to go back to a place where they wouldn’t even care to ask him where he has been. The only thing that might happen is that they ask him if he has any money to satisfy their itch. He did not want to go back to the room he sleeps in, ignoring the problems around him. He did not want to go back to hell.
All he wanted to do was watch the sun rise high into the clouds. He wanted to watch how the sun lit up the world. He wanted to see the pearly white smile light up his world. He wanted to make this peaceful sanctuary last a bit longer before the brutality of the urban world destroys it. He laid back and let the pinkish rays illuminate and warm his dark cold body. He felt free. He felt happy. He wanted to stay in heaven, but reality had enough of it and tore him down as the rumble of the morning garbage truck barged by.
