Taking In Your Scars
Moses looked at the pond below the reflection marring and mixing with the same inner tepidness inside. His mind felt cloudy unsure as if each step just seemed to be more meaningless than the next. Underneath the
light he was torn apart each location containing a trusted memory was being replaced with a horrid nightmare.
Even so he was left feeling as if he couldn't develop a sense of hate. All that time even as his heart longed to burn with loathsome anger and vicious revenge not a drop of it was allowed to creep inside. The love he held for his brother had been so strong it couldn't even be destroyed by his treacherous actions.
A soft song of a step echoed against the smooth Egyptian limestone lining the edges of the pond. Moses jumped in surprise his heart rushing with fear at the sound. He felt frozen he hardly dared to move an inch to even turn towards the terrifying sound.
He sat there letting the moments rush by unsure exactly if he ever had experienced such a long waiting time for torture to begin. He waited longer and longer but he only heard the soft sound of ripples and watched a foot gently dip into the water one littered with scars and bruises in an uncaring fashion. It was too much to be accidental and the skin looked blotched as if it were still healing in a criss crossed fashion.
Cautiously he inched forward peeking around the alabaster columns with a fearful expression. Nervously his eyes followed the path of marred skin. A sense of curiosity came over him as he leaned his face into the side of the cooling stone. What could have occurred to cause such damage to the person's skin.
Droplets of water cascaded down the length of delicate skin and he felt his heartbeat racing faster as he unconsciously moved forward to get a better look. His gaze shyly continued trailing upwards along the shimmered skin and a shock of embarrassment coursed through him as the dainty appendage lifted in the air and he promptly realized he was glancing upon a woman's leg. His temperature rose as his vision met a white skirt settling up around the woman's thighs.
That was too much. He had seen enough this night to warrant a lifetime of shame and embarrassment. Hurriedly he inched backward unwilling to continue his unintentional voyeurism. As he turned he quickly scooted backward glad that he had not been spotted. In his half stepped retreat a bit of regret shot through him.
This whole time he hadn't even seen what she truly looked like. He reluctantly looked over his shoulder contemplating how far he'd have to weave through the shadows to catch a glimpse of her face. It wasn't as if it would hurt anything. After all, he had come far enough as it was. Scooting forward his eyes widened as they laid upon the visage before him. With a careful step he moved past the stones getting closer for a better look at the being illuminated in the moonlight.
His eyes timidly trailed across her features as he watched her loosen her hair from it's captured bun. It cascaded down her back with ease as the glow of her skin rivaled the shimmering moonlight. He shrunk back into the shadows with a nervous intake of breath as she turned her head in his direction.
Every fiber of his being seemed to be on the alert as the hair on the back of his neck rose in apprehension. In this darkness he was sure she couldn't see him yet it felt as if her caramel orbs were taking him in. Those alluring eyes glinted through the darkness taking his very breath away. She parted her lips just slightly to take in the crisp night air as she dipped her toes once again into the cool water.
Beautiful.
In all his days he'd never seen a woman with such elegance. His heart raced as he was more careful to hide himself as the woman turned her gaze away from him to look down into the pool below.
As she leaned over the water a small bit of moisture dropped from her rose tinted cheeks that suddenly sent a ripple cascading through the pool. His eyes widened in disbelief curious of her behavior as he felt as if a part of him was somehow being pulled towards her. But despite the tugging on his heartstrings he stayed his ground and he couldn't find the courage to escape the shadows.