Spookychild’s writings

On the coffee table sat a drawing of the cemetery. Ric turned a little to get a better view of it. It was an excellent drawing, like a photo but with more emotion, not happy emotion, but peace, silence, and loss. He glanced back at her face. She was still staring out the window. He knew now; she wasn’t looking at something in particular; she was focused on the graveyard. It was a place full of people who would never get up again, full of stillness, emptiness, and death.

He took a few steps till he was standing in front of the window to break the spell. Katana blinked. All she could see now was light and a silhouette of a person in front of it. She blinked again. Who was standing in front of the window? She struggled to focus on the shape. It was that guy, the neighbor guy who had been talking to her just a few minutes ago. Why was he here?

Ric saw her refocus her gaze on him. He saw her notice him. He took a few steps closer, hoping she could focus on his face and speak to him.

Katana managed to get the guys face into focus. She allowed herself to study his face. He was looking at her. He was flesh and blood standing in front of her blocking her view. Their eyes met, she blinked. He was the opposite of the cemetery. Those people had escaped life and were locked in space and time in death. Here was another living, breathing human, like herself.

For the first time since her parents had died, katana saw someone, really saw them. She had been living with her aunt, but it had been a coexistence, not a relationship. She hadn’t focused on her in years until last night. And that connection had hurt. But this was different. This was a guy. She never had in her life focused on a male member of the species since her father had died. And she could feel the man in the room with her now. She could see him breathing, and she sensed he was focused on her.

For a full minute they stared at each other hardly daring to blink. Finally he broke the silence. He stepped closer. And then he pointed to the drawing on the coffee table. “Did you draw that?“ He asked

Katana could see him more apparent now. She could see into his brown eyes. They made her feel strange like her exposed skin was tingling and warm. She glanced down to see what he was pointing to, then nodded.

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