grey area [386 words]selecetialesOctober 21 2008, 11:56:27 UTC
His eyes were slate gray, matching the color of the overcast skies over London. They, for once, held no feeling, void of any emotion. Lenalee almost hesitated taking his gloved hand, her fingers curling away, even as she felt the cold raindrops on her cheeks, the harsh wind against her exposed skin. Her breath hitched in her throat as she considered either decision, either choice and as she exhaled, a cloud of mist formed over her lips. How she hated the weather in London, so different from France’s.
So much had changed in so little time. A few months’ span and they were already closer than she had expected. What took years for her took only a number of months. And in a day’s span, they were in a new city, a new home. Even with Allen, so much had changed. He was still fifteen, almost sixteen in a few weeks, but he looked nothing like the boy she had first met in France. His face had lost its boyish roundness, his gray eyes less innocent than before. He was older now, even without aging, as she gazed at him. Even the world that surrounded him had changed and was still changing, still expanding. Changes were happening all around her, small at first then growing bigger and bigger, until new changes formed like ripples on water.
She hardly wanted them, these changes. She wanted everything to stay the same, to keep them the way they were. But they would never, despite wanting it. Allen’s arm, the shadow inside him, her new Innocence. They were proofs that nothing would stay the same. Lenalee bit her lower lip, the rain coming down harder.
For now, the changes momentarily stopped, everything returning to how they used to be. A transition period. Allen lowered his left hand, the one proffered earlier, then lifted his right, holding it out once more to her.
“Let’s go back for now, Lenalee. You’ll get sick if we stay longer under this rain.”
And soon, this transition period, this gray area would end and she would deal with more changes, more differences when everything would come crashing down, time and destiny and everything else they’ve been fighting for and against. The only question now was if he would stop holding out his hand for her then.
So much had changed in so little time. A few months’ span and they were already closer than she had expected. What took years for her took only a number of months. And in a day’s span, they were in a new city, a new home. Even with Allen, so much had changed. He was still fifteen, almost sixteen in a few weeks, but he looked nothing like the boy she had first met in France. His face had lost its boyish roundness, his gray eyes less innocent than before. He was older now, even without aging, as she gazed at him. Even the world that surrounded him had changed and was still changing, still expanding. Changes were happening all around her, small at first then growing bigger and bigger, until new changes formed like ripples on water.
She hardly wanted them, these changes. She wanted everything to stay the same, to keep them the way they were. But they would never, despite wanting it. Allen’s arm, the shadow inside him, her new Innocence. They were proofs that nothing would stay the same. Lenalee bit her lower lip, the rain coming down harder.
For now, the changes momentarily stopped, everything returning to how they used to be. A transition period. Allen lowered his left hand, the one proffered earlier, then lifted his right, holding it out once more to her.
“Let’s go back for now, Lenalee. You’ll get sick if we stay longer under this rain.”
And soon, this transition period, this gray area would end and she would deal with more changes, more differences when everything would come crashing down, time and destiny and everything else they’ve been fighting for and against. The only question now was if he would stop holding out his hand for her then.
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