Beautiful Dead Things

Beautiful Dead Things
He was barely older than I was. Maybe a senior in highschool. Maybe. He walked with what looked liked a grueling sense of confidence. But, then again, it was also more than that. It was grace. I couldn’t see his face, but he looked fine from behind. Slender, with shaggy, almost curly, dark hair. He walked very steadily, but it was almost hard to keep up with him. I don’t normally do this: Stalking. But I wasn’t really stalking him. He turned around for a moment, but I couldn’t see anything aside from his hair. He stopped suddenly, and I couldn’t control my loss of air. He turned around. His face was far from disappointing. It was angular, with only a slight hint of stubble. His nose was sharp, and he had a nice little dimple in his chin. His eyes were a beautiful green, a moss color with speckles of gold. He smiled at me.
“Well, if you’re going to follow me… we might as well talk…” his voice was drenched in a southern accent. A sophisticated southern. It was kinda cute.
“Ohh… uhmm… I’m not following you…swear…”
I twirled my hair.
He smiled. It almost seemed like he should be blushing. But he wasn’t.
“It’s alright… really. I would enjoy the company.”
He started walking again, but slow enough I could keep up with him.
“When does the mall close?” He asked.
“N-nine I think…”
“We have an hour, then…” he looked at me. He laughed to himself.
“What’s your name?”
He asked very softly.
“Karie…what’s your NAME?”
“John.”
He said rather quickly.
“Wow. That’s a nice name.”
“No it’s not. You’re just saying that.”
“Yeah… yeah I am.”


We walked around for a good while, and I felt strangely at ease with him. He even walked me to my car. I was a desperate fool, and I pretended I didn’t know where my keys were. The night was growing a little colder, and I scooted a little closer to him. He looked at me for only a second. Only one second, and then he kissed me. It was warm and yet it made my skin crawl. But he was gone. And I was alone, in the same damn place we had first kissed. And he was gone.
“I miss you John…”
The wind whistled in the air. It didn’t respond to me. Only cold.