The Flames In Mind 10 Change Of Heart || Part 3

"Hmmm," I mumble lowly, another snide mark lingers dangerously on my tongue. For now, I shut up not wis.h.i.+ng to talk. Glancing at her deep green pools in a spur of the moment, I turn around and walk further out onto the land. I truly hope what the girl stated wasn't true.

She is still nervous. Agitated fiddling of her fingers is endless as I looked before walking around the verdant landscape again.

I claim it to be perfectly safe as a get-out-of-jail-free card. Coming here multiple times alone – especially during the night – always made it feel safer, which is ironic.

If it wasn't for the sudden yelp, I would have forgotten about her presence; this place does that for me. Buckling up all treacherous thoughts in a battered-up tiny present gracing itself in dignity. Problems all start out small.

One of them is struggling to start up a conversation; I have the urge to talk to her and strike up one. I prefer waiting for the other part to say something first. That part can also be the fact of not wanting to speak at all. Mostly the latter.

Despite trying my best in not showing it, she intimidates me a little.

As the gra.s.s started to higher – up to my thighs – I turn around again as she yelps a second time.

Fireflies? I snicker; one of those girls who are scared of bugs. Can't relate.

The twinkling specks of yellow lights are all around us. I am about fifteen feet away from her nevertheless I stand in awe of how the full moon is dressing her milky skin. Upon observing in spite of my unwillingness, the cheerful smile extends her vermillion lips as the random fireflies periodically gleam.

I would've a.s.sumed before she was swatting them away as I wasn't looking but seeing now it's only if they come closer to her face. One of them eventually lands on her b.u.t.ton nose and she yelps - a small jump - that f.u.c.king smile never disappearing out of sight; out of my mind.
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This time, I don't ignore the feeling in my heart.

"s.h.i.+t," a whisper ghosts under our breaths, "that's cute."