“Your eyes are beautiful…”
She laughed hard – “flirting, huh?”
“What if I say yes?”
“You haven’t seen my face yet…”
She turned around; I held her hand – “Show it then…get rid of the mask.”
“What if the face behind it doesn’t meet your expectations?” She retorted.
“It won’t matter…”
“Then don’t see it…”
I sighed – “How will I find you if I wish to see you again?”
Not caring to reply, she slipped into her car; “You’ll miss your flight…” She shouted.
I sat beside her silently.
I hardly knew this girl sitting behind the wheel, driving me to the airport. Two days back when I met her at a themed party, she had this mask on like everybody else. She was the most lively girl I’d ever met.
We spent the whole night talking on the beach; she wasn’t just another girl. She did everything in her own queer way. I didn’t know why she hid her face, but I could tell that it wouldn’t have lessened or intensified my liking for her.
“I like you.” I blurted out.
“People’s definitions of like and love have always hurt me…”
“Mine won’t…trust me.”
“Even after seeing this!!” She said, removing the mask from her face.
I jerked back; the right side of it was completely burnt and distorted.
She smiled – “No worries, I’m used to rejection…”
I opened my mouth to tell her…
Suddenly there was a loud bang and the car spun out. It flipped over; My head collided with the window. It flipped a couple more times before coming to a stop. My vision began to go blurry; the last thing I saw was her eyes fixed on mine.
“It doesn’t make me like you any less…” I wanted to tell her, before it’d happened.
Word count – 300
Written for – Photo fiction #86 (above picture is provided by them)