It wasn’t in the tiny steps she took. It wasn’t in the way she clutched her school bag with both hands. It wasn’t in the way her messy bun always looked perfect.
It was the way she looked at me.
Her lips parted in a tiny gape. The outer edges of her eyebrows downturned like she were sad. Stray strands of her white-blonde hair danced about her narrow cheeks, swaying in the wind. Yet, she didn’t make a move as she watched me with those eyes.
One was the soft yellow of a lemon. The other a vibrant lime green. Together they seemed to not only see me… but saw through me.
Inspired by artist Chi’s ‘Random Art‘ from Deviantart.