There's always something intriguing about one person's eyes. I always feel like the blue pierced mine so badly, it somehow had a killing act during the moment. While the darker group sense more seriousness in the air, I think grey does it better. The thoughts of eye colours popped in to mine until I decided to walk to the light's direction and everything continues to fall apart. At ease, a lad, slender and well-built, with features framed with a simple manifesto of attractiveness reach out a hand for me. "Are you ready?"
I still have the same bitterness on my tongue and the delicate sweetness all over my mouth from the tea I sipped earlier. The hand that grabbed my hand is soft with calluses, it's like being in the middle of something new and challenging. My feet felt a simple ease in each step so I didn't bother to ask where he's taking me. After the whole eye-color saga, my head is filled with questions like Are you really ready? or Who's the young man leading the way? or What if nothing goes right and you'll broke in to pieces again? I kept asking the same stuff over and over again until the ground feels a bit jelly and funny. I looked down and the ground is red, like a strawberry jell-o, but even better. It's bouncy but it's set. My Repettos float anxiously and the guy told me to sit down on the classic white iron park bench. "Here comes the movie, I hope you enjoy you as the starring actress." He looked at me right through my eyes, and from that second I knew. My eye colour saga... Is a brain worthy article. His eyes are blue, and it pierced through my soul.
The sky was the silver screen and the popcorn he brought me tasted like candy floss. I watched my moments playing, my first step, my first word and my first book I ever read; It was something with bunnies and the words was less than fifty. My first dance recital, I wore a cotton plaid skirt and yellow tank, waving ribbons in the air. And then my traditional dance class, I did one hard move successfully and I was laughing. I was so happy, compared to now. The popcorn can was empty and he stroke a smile, refilling the can and giving it back to me. This time, it tasted like bitter coffee.
I saw my dad throwing things to me, english teacups and his bloodshot eyes leered my mom, standing with zero chance of saving me. He screamed, he was loud. I wasn't crying at all and I sat on the corner. He grabbed one of the plastic laundry thongs and clipped three to my left ear. "Go finish your homework, or the other ear will have another three!" I still remembered his face that night. It burned in the back of my head. I did my math homework alone, it was easy but it was a lot. Thirty numbers of three digit addition and subtraction; I was six. It has come to my mind that my mom dropped a tear as she closed the door to my room.
During my first attempt on writing a superficial fiction and my first philosophy book, I opened my mouth and asked the guy sitting next to me "Who did this to me?" My eyes gazed and I scooped more popcorn (Tangerine flavoured) and fill some to my mouth. "God sent me to you. He wanted to let you know how much you've improved in your life. See that? Your first Melville. You finished the entire bibliography by now." He point to the book I was holding in my hand. It was the first day of junior high. "Sometimes, all it takes is a simple reminder. Humans are always busy fixing things; living up to their expectation and making more out of everything. They're always either high to the clouds or dead down underground. My job here is to keep you save to hover the land. Not too proud, but not so cynical." He explained and I just feel a little dead inside. The movie is a reminder. It's my life on a track. My life and everything revolving to it. Later I found out that an ex boyfriend was cheating behind my back and someone was using me to abuse another's life. That the most nice girl in class was the most bitchiest person I ever known, and the quiet in the back of the class holds most secrets. The tallest guy next door was on drugs, the young lady I sat next to during the bus trip is sick with cancer.
The movie ended with a single flashy lights and my canned popcorn ran out. The last flavour I tasted was insipid. It was nothing, a can full of nothing. The guy grabbed my hand again and took me back. He gave me a white paper with fifty numbers on it, next to the numbers are things I might be missing out in life. Number twenty one is the fact that my dad is my poison and my antidote. Number ten is Strapless dresses are reckless. Number fifteen showed me that I only drink approximately five glass of water a day. "Hold on to it, you'll need it. And off the records; there is supposed to be number fifty one: Eyes never lie. See you soon." His piercing blue eyes see through me again, and the next thing I know, I'm in a local coffee shoppe with a half empty mug filled with black coffee. I reached to my left sweater pocket and I have a list of fifty number of things I might be missing out in life. Before I got my head straight and try to figure out what's happening, a tall blonde guy walked in the cafe and place an order. When our eyes met, we locked eyes and I can't believe what's happening. It's the same piercing blue eyes. I lowered my hand and try to distract my head, until I found out that the back of my receipt, scribbled a three words-twelve letters sentence I've memorised earlier. Eyes never lie.