His feet were burning. The asphalt radiated the heat back to the ground, rising the temperature for anything unlucky enough to be caught at its mercy. But unlike most of the people passing by in their hooded cars and fast motorcycles, he had been standing in the heat for the better part of 6 hours. He didn’t notice though, it seemed like a dull day. All his friends had gone to the local pond to swim and get high. But he didn’t have enough money for all that, and so was stuck scraping for change from the passing motorists.

He regretted giving his hard-earned money to his step father. He didn’t even like the man, in fact; he loathed him. If he ever got the opportunity, he thought to himself, he would stab that man twice in the heart and three times in each eye. But he really couldn’t pick a fight with him, not when he was drunk and had his knife.

He shifted his weight around, trying to give some relief to his left foot. He felt dizzy, he hadn’t eaten in days. He had used up most of his left over money to buy glue. He didn’t want to think about that now. He half stumbled and landed on the rear window of a car. The window felt cool against his cheek, and it felt like a gentle breeze had blown all across his body; he sounded a sigh even without noticing. It felt to him life time had opened up before him, like sometimes when he got really high. But this was different, it felt more rooted in something inside him.

His reverie was soon broken by the car window coming down. His face was almost stuck to it and he noticed just before his skin would get stuck in the car.

He opened his eyes to the blazing sun and found himself cursing under his breath. He looked up into the rear seat of the car with a frustrated frown.

At first it was too bright to properly see hat was inside the darkness of the car. But when he did get a proper look, he was struck there.

What caught him first was the gold.

He was poor, and so he knew the value of things, his mother had always told him how she had a gold chain which had been a family heirloom for hundreds of generations but which she had lost and couldn’t give him, and he always felt bitter that he didn’t have a single golden thing to call his own.

But this gold was different. It wasn’t ‘something’ made out of gold, the gold was on a girl’s head.

He couldn’t understand how a person’s hair could be golden, all the people he’d ever seen had black hair. Some were sick and had little hair or discolored hair. And some of the women he saw pass by in cars had a shade of gold, but it was always covered by darker hair.

But this girl had golden hair. That was the first thing that stuck him.

Then he got a look at her eyes. Everything he knew about anything disappeared at that moment.

What he saw were not eyes, they were raindrops of heaven. He could not believe how beautiful they were and how he had never seen anyone’s eyes so full of divine grace. Only god can be this beautiful, no human has the right to be this beautiful; he somehow managed to think out.

If he would have been more observant, he would have noted that she had bright blue eyes, a shade which few people around him, or really anywhere in the region, would naturally have. But all he saw were those big, beaming windows into paradise.

He then heard a voice, which he was sure could only be from this magnificent creature; and it was the most electrifying voice in the world. He couldn’t make out what was being, and even if he could it would not have registered in his mind.

But that voice was like the wind on a rainy day after a long drought. It felt like his heart had just discovered wings he never thought it had, and taken it’s first flight. He didn’t even realize what an image he made with his bulging eyes and jaw half dropped, but it’s not likely that he would have cared.

He faintly heard another voice speak something from the front of the car, but he could hardly be blamed for not paying the slightest attention to that husky, annoyed voice. His ears were still alight with the sound of this angel looking straight at him.

It would be safe to assume that a lot of magical things happened to this young boy on this day, standing out in the heat of the city, staring into a car. But fate had more surprises for our protagonist. He was busy drinking drom the depths of theose blue eyes when he heard the most breathtaking sound in the world. It had a faint resemblence to something of a human laugh, but it was much too heavenly to be coming from any human.

He felt his heart stop, as if it was getting ready to jump out of his chest.

His eyes quickly searched for the source of this wonderful and magical sound, and they found a pair of light pink petals which looked like lips.

If people’s hearts had a color, that would be it. If there was anything that would make all the pain and anguish in the world meaningful, he was standing in front of it. Those petals were shaped in the most delicate of smiles. No image of God was ever as sweet as this, this was something more holy than images.

If these lips speak, people are healed; if these lips laugh, then the rain falls down and the whole land celebrates.

Without noticing, he let out a little laugh, and the heavenly golden-haired angel laughed back. Time stopped for him.

It felt like they had been like that for a long time, standing there and looking at each other. He had always known her, even if he could not tell you exactly which dream he must have saw her in, it felt like they had been there forever.

The car suddenly jerked into motion and swiftly moved on. He could feel his heartbeat. It was about the only thing he could feel. His stare followed the car until it became just another glimmer of sunlight hitting the road. He was in no hurry to think about what just happened, in fact he couldn’t even if he tried. All his senses were too busy replaying the golden hair, the blue eyes and the pink lips over and over. He couldn’t even put the parts together to make a complete face, no effort on his part could match what he had just saw.

He stayed there the whole night, partly to reminisce, but mostly because he hadn’t earned enough and he didn’t want his step father beating him up for no reason. He managed to gather up a little cash from some generous motorists, and first thing in the morning made it a point to buy some more glue.


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