Gift of Eternity

Shara walked towards the door that separated the room from the air of very moment, with a half-frozen bread in her hand. Her curls running from her tiny, flushed cheeks, on her shoulders, the ribbons of her faded fanciest dress floated like waves in the wind. Every time her feet stumped on ground, it felt like tides meets the depth of land. She brushed her hair out of her face and leapt forward to open the door. A teenager with a dirty orange tinge in his dark black hair, stood in front of Shara. The mud on his shoes carried a dust of vintage fragrance that covered the entire greens of the village, of which the boy was almost unaware. He blinked to break the silence, wore his possibly charming smile, and asked, "Miss Shara Langford"? Shara, who was still staring right into his eyes, came back to the moment as he spoke, answered with her eyes running so fast on the ground, "umm, yeah". He placed the package, wrapped with brown sheets, on her hands, which he noticed were sweaty and pink. He was about to turn back, when he saw a strange glimpse of reddish light in her eyes. He wanted to look closer but before he could notice, her eyes blinked and turned blue as if the ocean met the golden glow of dawn. He left the place and rode so suddenly that he'd never turn back and around. Shara stepped back into the house, holding the package and swallowing the bread. She placed herself on a rusty armchair, lost in the green meadows, running wildly, leaving the trees behind. This always happened to her whenever she saw smiling faces, like she wants to escape into her world chasing the magic of every curve that was raised to her. She was lost but not in the past.