Isaac

                                    

                                          
She’s dozed off again, and then began my turn to be completely mesmerised by her presence that I forget to study. She’s the most fragile person I had ever known, I realised that a lot of things were overwhelming for her and at most time she was in her head a lot which allowed me to talk for the both of us.
Her skin was pale, and I don’t think this kind of pale can be tanned even by the brightest of suns. Her lashes were very much alive and it’s not even that she used those lash things mom used, she just had the longest and they suit her so much with those pair of big eyes.
The first time I had met her, I wasn’t expecting her to be a junior. Since she was about the smallest of persons and was crying. I didn’t even notice we were in the same class but then I came to know, and it seemed like there was something about her that caused everyone who knew her to be extra careful and extra vigilant around her. She was a sensitive topic even in my house, mom would go away to answer her phone. 
At first, I thought she was having an affair but that didn’t seem to bother dad much, for months she’d have these calls and when dad told me it was about a student and not what I thought- I needed to find out. I came to learn the name Leslie Marshall before I got to see the girl and when I saw the girl, I realised it. 
She deserved all the extra care and gentleness; she wasn’t like everyone else. 
Leslie Marshall had something that was more of a pull than a push. Once you recognised her presence, she was not easy to forget, I don’t think anyone can forget her at all even if they wanted to.
I watched her frown again; she didn’t have her hoodie on. She changed into a more comfortable set of clothing and her colour pallet brought the brightness out of her pale skin. Her hands made a fist, and her breathing got a little out of control. 
She was having a bad dream; I reached out to her hand.
“Don’t...” Her sister showed up out of nowhere and walked slowly towards the table.
“She’s having a bad dream.”
I pointed that out, the best way would be to wake her up. Dreams are okay until they’re bad dreams.
“I know but if you wake her up, you’ll frighten her.” 
Although I knew how fragile she was, I tend to forget that even the smallest of gestures scared her. I’ve never seen her turn any other shade of pale so most of the time I watched her eyes.
“She’s not stopping.” I let her sister know because the situation seemed to be getting worse. She was not only looking like she was having a bad dream, but she was also crying actual tears.
“Just let her be, she’ll wake up. She- “ 
I tried that already, but she looked so much in pain that I couldn’t take it. I rested my hand on her hand and held it. Slowly and quietly, her sobbing subsided along with the frown. My eyes snapped up to her sister who looked scared yet relieved. 
What the hell happened to her?
“I think you should go home now; she won’t have the energy to continue when she wakes up.”
I just nodded and packed my things then looked at her, one last time.
“Wh- what happened to her?” I asked, something burned in my chest, and I had this lump on my throat. I think I was ready to cry but I knew they wouldn’t come. 
I had the worst case scenario and I didn’t like the scenario.
“Isaac-
“I know- I know something is wrong, why won’t anyone tell me what it is?”
I’d been through this talk with mom, she wouldn’t say anything either but somehow they both wanted me to show up for her. How do I show up for someone without being attached to them?
I get that I was supposed to tutor her here and there, but a lot has changed, why won’t anyone tell me anything then.
“Isaac I can’t be the one to tell you anything, I know you’ve made a friend out of her” I chuckled.
A friend? I was in love with her. I don’t even know how it happened, but I am not some loser who won’t admit to having fallen for her because I have seen her laugh once in my life and it’s like it became clear to me. I had a feeling for her that I couldn’t deny even if I wanted to, I love that girl and I don’t like seeing her get hurt or cry.
“I’ll be leaving.” I walked out the front door and climbed into my car throwing my bag pack on the passenger seat, and drove off before I stopped my car and rested my head on the starring wheel then punched the life out of it as I exploded with emotions.