Blue
By AngelsandEagles
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He made it seem as though the world could See through his every move...
“Translucent-” he whispers, his breath cold like winter and voice soft like the wailings of the wind.
Was he crazy? He polishes Sally Hansen nail varnish on his fingers; Pacific Blue, which belonged to his sister. His eyes were clear as day, translucent but darker than the sky. I could swim in them if not for being frozen solid like diamond hardness. I could tell he was crazy if not for his sanity. He moisturizes his skin with his sister’s skin care products. It was beautiful as the snow, ghostly at times. The craziness of it all was unspoken but not unheard.
“Do you not understand me? I know you do-” he says each time he looks me in the eye, beckoning me to say yes, which I never did.
He brushes his hair with his sister’s turtleshell comb in which his hair becomes silky smooth like a golden velvet shawl.I watch him in stony silence as he watches the ocean, how blue it is,how deep and endless it is. People asked why was he crazy, why the sudden effeminate interest. My mouth clamped up and I never did tell.
“Transparent-” he says, sorrow in his heart, tearing at its edges.
“So transparent...” he whispers softly, like the sound of a gentle but lonely breeze. He gazes towards the sky but can never reach it. I gave a cruel smile and nodded for the first time, hoping he would get it. Instead, he stands there, nails painted blue, skin smooth, hair silky and his heart forgiving. The wind blows at him ever so slightly and he looks to me, eyes boring into mine.
So I spoke for the first time to him, anger flooding me within and exploding every second.
“I could have loved you if not for this craziness-” He smiles with a certain coldness that enveloped him, the distance between us is clearer, his stance bitingly cold.
“You understand, don’t you?” he asks. I clench my teeth.
“You understand, don’t you?” he asks again. I shut my eyes tight. Then there was silence in the air. I could feel myself slipping away. Finally, he breaks the silence.
“You understand, don’t you...”
I nodded sincerely for the first time, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I apologize repeatedly while I drop to my knees, burying my face in both my hands. He consoles me and pats my back softly as I cried my heart out.
I always knew, I always did. I understood him so well.
“May your sister rest in peace,” I whisper.
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