It was a dreary day outside; the birds were squawking, the trees were swaying like they forgot how to dance, and a boy was perched on a soggy cliff, staring into the deep blue sea. His face, unreadable as he leaned forward to peer into the blue waves and grayish green rocks below.
“I never liked the ocean all that much,” a voice materializes from behind him, but the boy doesn’t waver, doesn’t even blink, just wonders when the sun plans on going away.
“Why’s that?” he asks, turning to see a girl who with long black hair and bronzed skin. The boy moves away from the edge to stand with her as they both look out into the horizon.
“It’s terrifying in a sense. That if given the chance, it could swallow us whole and we would be in the heavens in a matter of minutes. Something so blue shouldn’t be that deadly,” the girl fixes her hair as an ocean breeze sweeps through the rocks into their faces.
“Your eyes are as blue as the sea,” the boy comments offhandedly, moving away from the girl’s long locks as they swap his freckled cheeks.
She grabs the grit of her hair and throws it over her shoulder, forcing it into place, “No, my eyes are as blue as the evening sky.”
“Aren’t they the same color?”
The girl huffs in annoyance, “No, the feeling is different.”
Now the boy was right confused, “What?”
“Of course, you wouldn’t know about feeling, you’re just a farmer’s boy. My da is a painter, you see, and he says that my eyes are the color of the evening sky because instead of waves, there are clouds.”
The boy furrows his brows, “Are you saying that there are clouds in your eyes?”
“Absolutely, here look real close and you can see them,” she smirks, grasping the boy’s jaw and forcing him closer. The boy holds a breath as their foreheads are mashed together and suddenly, he peers into the girl’s eyes and sees clouds. Clouds that are tinted yellow and red from the setting sun and beautiful white birds soaring around her eyelashes.
“Ya know, your eyes are a really strange color of hazel. It’s like they can’t decide what color they want to be? Blue? Green? Brown?” she grins and the boy forces his face away.
“Do you see the clouds?” she asks. It was a beautiful day outside; the birds were chirping, the trees were dancing in the wind, and a boy and girl were perched on a cliff with soft greenery, staring into the sky where clouds were basking in a yellow and pinkish hue.
“Yeah.”