Haunting

She was behind the school with a man and a woman, trying to shoot down the plane full of terrorists. They ran, shooting at the seemingly indestructible plane until they ran out of ammunition. She crawled into the back of a dark, navy blue 15-passenger plane and questioned the driver if he had any guns or ammunition. He pulled out what looked like a black body bag piled with guns and ammo. The older woman snatched the largest gun, a machine gun, leaving only an assortment of hand guns for the girl. She ravaged the bag until she found something a bit more fitting, a sniper rifle. She shot a test shot then scanned the sky for the plane. Many different planes roamed the sky, but not the one she wanted. Suddenly, a plane flying dangerously close to the ground crashed into the side of the school. She watched in horror as the passengers crawled out of the blazing plane and collapsed on the ground. The last passenger was him; the one always haunting her. He stared at her with those startlingly blue eyes. She couldn't break the eye contact until the woman next to her shook her shoulder with her sobs. It was only then that she realized that everyone that was on the plane, save the blue-eyed male, was dead.

She woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, panting and caked with sweat. He was haunting her dreams again. She rolled out of bed and got dressed for the monotony that was high school. When she arrived at the school, she saw him standing by the door. She drew the conclusion that he haunted her because he was what she thought about the most. Day and night it was the same, her thoughts consumed by him. The thing that stuck out the most were his bright, sky blue eyes. She felt as if he could look past all of her mental walls, straight into the fortress that was her mind, her soul. He was standing somewhat awkwardly; he always did that when he was speaking to a large group, but she loved that about him. His honeyed brown-blonde hair always blended with his eyes in an unspoken harmony of color. She would often fall asleep thinking about him, resulting in those dreams, those fantasies, where it was possible for him to know that maybe, just maybe she loved him. Every time she saw him her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. The farther she let him penetrate her mind, the more she thought about him. The more she thought about him, the more he appeared in her dreams. The more he appeared in her dreams, the more she subconsciously let him penetrate and break through those walls she had spent so long building, perfecting, enforcing, and reinforcing. For this she felt weak, that little girl who let herself get hurt every time she "loved" someone. But this time she felt it was different. He was one of the kinder, gentler ones she chose to love. His soft glances reflected his very nature: soft and nurturing, yet strong. Plus, she thought, he's not too terribly hard to look at.

So there he was, standing majestically by the door, and there she was, a girl experiencing unknown feelings about him. Was it love? Puppy love? Real love? She felt it was real love, but last time she felt that, her heart had been broken and left in the open to bleed and get laughed at. Could you feel real love for someone if you didn't know what real love, because you'd never felt it before? She thought you could. She felt it in the pit of her stomach when they would talk one-on-one in her 5th hour. She would inwardly blush every time he looked at her, but she was good at hiding her real emotions, so all she would do was smile. She would laugh at his humorous statements, joke about his socks with mandals. Sometimes he would make eye contact with her, but she would look away. Only in her dreams were she able to keep this sacred eye contact. She constantly re-lived the brief moments of eye contact, or the ever-so-slight skin contact that she could feel for hours afterwards.  His voice rang loud and clear through her head, always with a hint of smile and laughter in every word. He was her Edward Cullen, her forbidden fruit that she so longed to have, to hold, to keep. But just as man was forbidden from the fruit, she was forbidden from him.