Her finger nails were painted a shade of blue that reminded me of a midnight sky when the moon is no more than a small slit, like some odd sort of taper cut in a blanket thrown over the world, and filled with pin holes. She had long graceful fingers, perfect for any kind of art that she had the desire to do. Not to try to do -do. Each digit ornated with rings of silver, either plain bands or patterns etched into the vlevet glossed metal. But, really, I had only notticed her hands because that shade of blue reminded me of her eyes.
True, her eyes were a deep shade of green, not blue... but it was more the feeling that reminded me. Two voids of empty space that hold everything. Or at least everything to me.
She sat with in the coffee shop, a large pair of head phones resting behind her ears. One ear lobe had seven holes for an angel side, the other ear six, as to please her devil side. That was what she had informed me of once at least. Five silver loops on each ear, one black onyx cresent on her left, atop of the line of rings. On the other, two earings in the same spot as the oppsite's moon, made of mother of pearl, of a star and a sun. I had only notticed her ears beacuse I hadn't the strength to look into her eyes yet, not directly. But I would have too soon.
But come to think of it, she always wore them, like the rings on her fingers. I could not see all of her fingers. I could not see if she still wore the silver band I had given her. One fist proping up her head as she leaned to her left... it was impossible to tell.
To me she was like a goddess, no, she was a goddess... and I was sorry I had ever lost faith in her. Even once brought back it could never be the same, it felt like it could never be the same... but I hoped inspite of my heart it would be, that I was wrong in feeling so. Although now was the first time I had tried to approach since then, I had made a grave mistake... and I greatly feared her holy wrath.
She sat poised, her dark lashes skimming over an old looking leather bound book. Black waved tresses tumbling down, tinted with broken fire where the sun struck. Long sleeves despite the summer... and a long black skirt with brown boots well worn. A bag rested at her side as her head moved rhythemically with some unknown tune that intoxicated her, and set her in a trance the way that I always wished that I could.
I started to walk toward her. I was more than a little unnerved now. But in a daze like a dream she stood putting down the head phones, and walked toward me with her head tilted down but her eyes looking directly at me, passionatly. Right into mine -tapping me in their endless green depths that burned with fire, for life that I hoped would never burn out, I felt could never be tamed or broken. That because of my error would probably never look at me the way I once loved ever again.
Then all I felt was a sharp pain, I saw her feet, then I saw my feet. I saw a bright flash of light and distantly heard something make a large booming sound... like a book, not my heart, and-
When I sat up it was only a few moments later and I was dazed. I saw her walking out of the coffee shop, her bag slung over her shoulder. I watched her walk down the street and away from me. Something was in my hand, carefully folded into a kerchife in my palm. As I slwoly opened the kerchife, the object was smallish and round, could it be some deformed version of... sadly, it was my tooth.