Love.

What is love?

Four letters that can make or break ones life.

Four letters that open a window into ones soul, that add a drop of hope in an ocean of melancholy.

Love is…

The girl closed her black notebook she was holding. Her gaze drifted to the window. The raindrops dripped down the glass, forever-changing patterns of mesmerizing crystal drops that morphed the light into wind-colored silhouettes reflected onto the floor. She reached for the notebook again, but her pale hand knocked over a glass that lay forgotten. She winced when the glass shattered against the smooth floor, dispersing its content and a thousand shards. She sighed, and started to methodically put her many possessions away in her bag, occasionally running her fingers on the smooth table, searching for a book or another. When the process was complete, she brushed back a strand of her straight black hair, adjusted her dark sunglasses, out of place in the already obscure room, and stepped down from the table.

The glass shards crunched and shattered more under her weight. Every step she took brought her farther from her sanctuary, and closer to the schools no-mans land. Wherever she walked, there would always someone who will see her in a way she didn’t wish to be seen. They whispered behind her back, and knowing that she couldn’t see them made the biting words even louder. As she walked, she could feel the familiar dreaded footsteps, the biting tones of their voices getting closer…

The boy watched them motionless. The three shadowy figures that always came and went, after meeting up with their victims. They laugh, everyone laughs with them, and their scapegoat dies a little inside. He watched them approach her; he watched them surround her with their snickering. He had a singular pained expression on his face when they grabbed her bag, taking from it the notebook that he knows has already been taped over many times. He watched them rip out pages one by one under her nose, watched her wince every time the paper ripped. He saw them laugh when the leader burned the remaining pages to a crisp. He wished he could help her, he wished he could protect her…

When they lifted her off the ground by the front of her shirt, she didn’t flinch. She could feel the their arid breath against her cheek. Look at me, they said. Look at me. A single crystal tear ran down her cheek. Oh that’s right, you cant, because you’re the blind girl. And they laughed. Laughed and laughed.

They left. He walked towards her, and kneeled beside her. I’m sorry, he said. I’m so sorry. He wiped the tear from under her eyes. She looked up at him with her unseeing eyes, smiled, and said; I forgive you

...Love is when one describes to you
With the best of his abilities
A sunset that you are unable to see...