The Man with the Child in His Eyes
I hear him before I go to sleep
And focus on the day that's been.
I realise he's there when I turn the light
off
And turn over.
Nobody knows about my man
They think he's lost on some horizon.
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I've never known before
Telling me about the sea
All his love, 'till eternity
Ooh, he's here again-
The man with the child in his eyes
It was even more beautiful when you shared it with a beautiful
person.
Butch stared at the skies above him lazily as they began to
burn pink and orange. His aqua green curtains hung to the side of his face, his
hands behind his head, relaxing as the sun warmed his skin.
He turned his head to his companion, who lay like him, a small
contented smile of her face. Her light purple hair spread around her like the
rays of the sun, with her bangs swept to the side of her face, obscuring most
of her left eye attractively.
She closed her eyes against a cooling breeze, and then
stretched her arms over her head lazily. “Do you think they’ll find us?” She
asked, glancing at him.
“No way,” Butch told her reassuringly. “Not a chance.”
She smiled more, “Good.” She stared ahead at the sunset,
reflecting it in her eyes.
Butch looked ahead at the shared sunset, and sighed. “Yeah,
great,” before pulling himself up. He ran his finger through his hair
thoughtfully, and then extended a hand down to her. “Come on Rae, let’s get
back.”
Rae sighed contentedly, and then reached out and took his hand.
He pulled her up and she smiled shyly at him. “Going my way?”
Butch grinned at her, and they began to wander through the lush
green woods to the small cottage they had found and now lived in. The grass
bending slightly underfoot, but springing back in seconds.
Rae pushed the small wooden door
and stepped into the slightly dusty cottage air. She trudged along the floor to
a small wooden table, and sat on a chair (Wooden of course). She stretched out
again, and stifled a yawn.
Butch lolled against a wall, his
hands in his pockets. She caught his eye and smiled again, “So, you’re sure
they won’t find us?”
Butch rolled his eyes good
naturedly, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
She licked her lips in thought,
“Great. I’m off to bed then.” She stood up, and wandered off to another room.
“Night Butch,” She called happily before shutting her door.
“Night Rae,” Butch breathed sadly
at the closed door.
He sighed heavily and walked over
to the table and sat down heavily. He reached under the table to the cool bag,
and pulled out a bottle. “Here’s to good friends,” He muttered, opening it he
took a long swig, and then placed it on the table before him, and rested his
head in his hands, sighing once again. “Just good friend’s, ‘eh Rae?” He said
softly, almost angrily. He glanced at the bottle before him, losing himself in
memories.
They had been friends for years, a
friendship that began before memories began…
Rae was born the youngest of
three, her mother died after giving birth to her, she took after her, although
she didn’t know it. Butch was born the same year, a few months before her, the
third child of four boys.
Their fathers were friends, and
Rae’s brothers and Butch’s had been friends for years, so they too became close
to the other’s family. But Butch and Rae connected more with each other then
they did with anyone else. People thought it was probably because they were the
same age.
Butch took another slip from his
drink, and smiled to himself. His brothers, and hers had always teased him. She
was often referred to as his girlfriend. He had denied it so strongly when he
was a child. His smile faltered, how old had he been when he realised he wished
she really was?
It seemed obvious to him now how
he could only grow to love her more then anyone else. How could he not? She was
a beautiful girl, not only in looks but her personality too. He would do
anything for her smile.
He snorted to himself, he had.
He’d brought her here. Albeit, not just for her, but for him also. But he
seriously doubted he would have had the guts to leave if not for her.
He downed the rest of his drink,
and rubbed his sore brown eyes. He stared at the table before him, only now
seeing that it had become a deep blue, from the dimming light. It was late.
He stood up and walked over to his
room, he stopped when he was halfway there, and pushed open the door to Rae’s
room.
She lay on her side, one arm
tucked under her, so her head rested on the hand, the other slung over her
body, resting on the pillow before her. He smiled, she had always slept like
that. Even when…
He shook the thought from his
head. He remembered the contented smile on her face earlier and he felt
happier. She had been so unhappy before, almost a different person… It was like
she had found herself again…
He closed the door quietly, before
continuing into his bedroom.