Hurricane Boy // h.s au

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❝Innocence burned down the green of his eyes, but the darkness haunting his soul could not concede defeat; the thorn from his past pricked through his soul, and soon, she found herself bleeding.❞ —Unknown

It was raining. Again. And yet again Juniper couldn't seem to stop looking at him. It was an impossible thing that she had, in vain, tried time and time again to stop. And time and time again, she had failed, his deep voice and eyes like wildfire seeming to almost draw her in.

And everyday she would burn holes into the back of his head and study every dip of the swirls of his hair. The dark chocolate brown wisps seemed to be a huge contrast to his pale skin, framing the sharp edges of his face. There was something so inviting in the way the cool richness of his voice would fill her ears whenever he spoke. Something so fiery in the world of thoughts swirling in his jaded eyes. He was enrapturing, enchanting, a paradigm of dreams and thoughts and desires.

She'd study the way that he tapped his pen against the desk and the way the slow, deepness of his voice would move through the air, seeming to vibrate throughout her rib cage when the teacher would call on him to speak. And she'd feel him all around her, his scent, his energy, his presence soaking through the surface of her skin. And later in the days, when the stars hung high across the sky, he'd come as a governing ghost residing over the inner parts of her chest.

It was quite sad that she never had the courage to utter even a syllable to him. Every time she tried, she'd feel her heartbeat speed up and her cheeks blaze with fire and the words would be lodged in the depths of her throat.

And she couldn't help but notice him on the first day he showed up to the school, only two weeks ago, when he walked into her class. She couldn't help but notice the whispers and giggles of the girls around her of the "new tall british guy" and the way they would gush over his accent every time he spoke and swarm around him in the halls.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself through the hallways. Eyes piercing. Movements slow. Unfaltering and never looking back. Maybe it was his towering height and the redness in his lips and how he never spoke unless he was spoken to. He was so beautiful in the most peculiar of ways and Juniper didn't know what to do.

She tried many times to get him off of her mind. Tried busying herself, tried staring at the classroom walls instead of his luminous curls to distract herself, but still, he would come to her as a phantom in the thrall of the night, circling and swaying through her thoughts and curling up right beside her thrumming heart. And she would flutter her eyes closed, a deep, pained sigh escaping her lips as she called her soul to come and revel upon the dreams and images of him that flickered across her tired eyelids.

"Just a crush" she'd think, but she knew that he was so different from anyone else she's ever seen. Something about him drew her closer to him, but something inside her told her to run as fast as she could, never to look back.

She couldn't help but think that this boy was a work of art.

Somewhere between the sounds of the anxious picking of her fingernails and someone tapping their foot against the classroom floors, she heard the teacher announce for them to pass up their papers. And he turned around, in all his shining glory, hands outstretched towards her. His eyes were cast on the paper clutched tightly in her perspired grasp, but she payed no mind. How could she? Her hammering heart was focused on him, him, him. And she felt her body collapsing into itself.

His touch was fleeting, effervescent, going as quickly as it had come. His fingers brushed against hers as he took the paper in his hand before once again twisting his body around to hand it to the person in front of him. She breathed a long sigh, hoping he'd notice the whispers of her breath flowing around and whipping through the depths of his hair. But he hadn't.

And Juniper continued, yet again, staring at the beautiful boy's curls in front of her, hoping and wishing that he'd just, at least once, notice her presence. He looked at her, but he hadn't seen. He hadn't seen how much, how badly, how strongly she wanted him to love her as much as she loved him. And so the wishes resided deep in her collapsing ribs, tucked away where her other dreams stayed.

And she thought if she could just touch him, just simply brush her hand across the hem of his shirt or run her fingertips over the hairs of his skin, then she would be saved from herself. He was a promise, a shining dream of everything in which life had to offer, the single crimson red apple glistening on the tree of life and death. She was desperately curious, desperately aching and longing for the sweet juice to run down her dry throat, and so she reached for it, plucking the apple from its roots.

And with one single bite, he'd send her deeper and deeper into an abyss of love and desire and flushed cheeks and hot skin. She wanted him. With every thrumming, humming, burning beat of her heart, she wanted him.

And as she planted her wish among the stars, a single, soft whisper of a breath brushed across the tip of her ears, so lightly that if she merely breathed, she would've missed the slow, breezy sigh whispering those six warning words.

"Be careful what you wish for."

Authors Note:

The new and improved Hurricane Boy!!
I hope you all enjoy xx