A drown in those eyes

The light spray of the waters from the ocean, the freshness of the new air, nothing made it easier. It was one of those questions she had always dreaded answering and secretly wished she was able to take it to her graves or may be write in a paper, tie it with a stone and throw it far, too far in the ocean never to be discovered again. She was ready to be a coward for as long as it was safely guarded.

But, there it was out in the air, and she, still not ready to accept the challenge. 

She stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes and quickly stared at the ocean. Even the arched gaze was enough to bring that unique satisfaction on her face. Immersed in those liquid eyes, she lived it again.

Since antiquity, she had been good at reading people and their nuanced faces.  She could easily make out the subtlety between altruism, and hypocrisy. But, this was no same. Those eyes with so much brightness had a trove full of mystery which she wanted to decrypt so badly before they drowned her down inside with themselves and before she let them without any resistance. Every time the transience in those eyes would seem to mouth an untold story of his passion for her. But, his reticence to voice them would dupe her into believing this could just be an illusion rippling away. And, she preferred it that way because nothing more than those eyes could ever assuage her of anything more. She felt the disaccord between his eyes and his mouth; she could feel how the words would get lost in way while traversing from his eyes to his mouth. She just wished she could preserve the innocence in those eyes when they would tear-up when he saw a three-legged puppy or the apprehension that they reflected when she would be distressed. And God! How he would deny all that viscid event.

She had fallen for those eyes long time back but had grown deft in hiding it for almost as long.

She was trudging through the mist of all those memories inside herself when he snapped her out of her trance and reiterated “C’mon, unravel the mystery. Who’s the lucky one?”, attempting to break the protracted silence.

She twisted her jaws and pushed in some element of mystery to avoid the awkwardness she had created inadvertently.  “Be patient. You’ll know”, she paused with a wink, trying to ease-off the pressure.

(P.S. – Why should boys have all the fun? :P)

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This is my response to the WriteOnEdge challenge to use the picture from above alongwith the song LifeHouse - Halfway Gone.