He walked into the empty class room to find Christina hiding beneath a mound of books by the window that she so fondly gazed out of in stormy weather. This day was one of them, he sat down quietly beside her and looked at her page. A little boy and girl drew in dark charcoal pencil holding hands and looking at each other sadly. It was probably one of the most beautiful of her works that he had ever seen her draw. Christina shielded her face from him and looked down at her page her hand became limp and her pencil fell to the ground. For the first time Christina felt something other then hate; she felt sorrow and love. For the first time she sat there and started to cry silently in front of him, her black mascara tears making the charcoal people smooth into giant pools of black. The tears seeping out of her eyes were like the purple swirling clouds outside every sound of the plunking tears reverberated in the class room. Christina missed the hatred though it was berried deep beneath the tears and carved deep in her heart she felt more love then sorrow, more sorrow then hate. He didn't understand why she was crying just out of no where the tears pored from her eyes. The pit of his stomach hollowed out as he realized what was wrong with her. Here in this moment actions spoke louder then words. He rapped his arms around her and leaned his face on her shoulder. Christina sobbed and looked at him her make up running away from her face like the charcoal people from the paper now. He let out a little chuckle and wiped away Christina's smudgy makeup with his white hoodie. Christina sniffed and looked into his dark light blue eyes.
"I'm sorry" he cooed. Christina said nothing but she didn't need to, the answer was right there in her eyes. He put one loving hand on her face. Christina's flowing black curls laced around his fingers.
" I love you" he whispered . Leaning forward with one hand on her face. Christina closed her eyes as their lips touched fading away the sorrow, loosening the hate. A hidden love now explored and discovered. Secrets told and more hands to hold.
"I'm sorry" he cooed. Christina said nothing but she didn't need to, the answer was right there in her eyes. He put one loving hand on her face. Christina's flowing black curls laced around his fingers.
" I love you" he whispered . Leaning forward with one hand on her face. Christina closed her eyes as their lips touched fading away the sorrow, loosening the hate. A hidden love now explored and discovered. Secrets told and more hands to hold.
