Travelling Companions
When she first approached, she seemed like most of the others. Taking a closer look, one realized there was something different about her--distinctly different. Her big, brown eyes showed almost no emotion as she walked down the rough gravel road. Her firmly set jaw was serious; her lips pursed, looking similar to her eyes. Although on the whole her face looked quite expressionless, there was something behind those eyes. Those eyes! They were mesmerizing! They showed so much, yet displayed so little. In the deep, dark depths of her eyes, yes!, there was something more--a distrust maybe, maybe a longing for something long gone. That was it--in those eyes there was a longing for innnocence. The hardened jaw simply magnified this effect--a girl longing for innocence, yet firmly knowing the world would not change. She had seen too much to know the longing in her eyes would never go away. The man beside her, however, was completely different--he immediately stuck out from the crowd, where she melted in. His hair was a whispy yellow, falling where it may. It was chopped short to his head, as opposed to her long flowing hair that reached halfway down her back. His blue eyes held an expression of child-like wonder, mixed with the fiery glare of adolescence. He seemed to take in everything, begging for more. More excitement, more thrills, more life! His eyes were a sharp contrast to hers. While his begged for more of life, hers begged for less--less pain, less suffering, less deception. One might say that she was the wiser of the duo, but nay--they were both wise in their own way.
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