1.Der erste Blick Das war die Tageszeit, zu der ich mir ... - Wikia
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And I wanted to knoweverything “It’s my day to ask questions” “Oh that’s right’’ she replied<br />
her brow creasing for whatever unknown reason this displeased her “Whatdo you want to<br />
know’’ “What’s your favourite colour” I started off quickly.She rolled her eyes as if she had expected<br />
much worse “It changes from day to day” “What’s your favourite colour today” I pushed “Probably<br />
brown” What an odd choice. “Brown?” I mused with doubt in my voice. But before I could even ask<br />
why it waslike<br />
she<br />
read<br />
my<br />
mind. “Sure brown is <strong>war</strong>m. I miss brown. Everything that’s supposed to be brown - tree trunks,<br />
rocks, dirt -it’s covered up with squashy green stuff here” I was staring into her eyes now as I<br />
listened. Why did Iquestion her choice of colour? It was beautiful. Deep. Captivating.<br />
Stop starting at her<br />
I scowled at myself. “You’re right” I composed my thoughts and looked away. “Brown is <strong>war</strong>m”<br />
I concluded out loud.Instinctively my hand reached over to<strong>war</strong>ds her. I wavered for less than half a<br />
second before brushingher hair back behind her shoul<strong>der</strong>s.She shouldn’t have to worry about my<br />
temptations. She shouldn’t have to worry about anything.As I drove into the school, easily pulling<br />
into a parking space, I turned back to look at Bella again. I didn’twant to have to part and go to class.<br />
I wanted her to stay in this car with me. I wanted to look into hereyes some more. To watch her lips<br />
move as she talked. To smell her scent as she played with her hair.Ignoring the burn that formed now<br />
at the back of my throat I knew I didn’t want her away from me foreven a moment.<br />
Stop it.<br />
I fought with myself again.<br />
It’s already gone beyond the realms of sanity, do I really need to push this any further<br />
.No I wouldn’t need to push. That was the problem. This was going tospin out by itself whether I<br />
pulled or pushed.I was bounding out of control and I needed to be reignedback in.Bella belonged in<br />
the sunlight. I belonged in the darkness. Where my true self could never seen.<br />
Exiled.<br />
The way I stared at her, the way she smelled to me…She should be running from my car right about<br />
now.<br />
There just wasn’t, and never will be, any common ground between us<br />
. Safer to continue my quizzing. “What music is in your CD player right now?” As she mentioned the<br />
name of the band I let a half smile reign over my face and my recent thoughts.The irony was, as<br />
always, just on time. I reached into my CD compartment, flipped through the CD’s tofind one in<br />
particular. I couldn’t help but feel a little smug at proving myself wrong.<br />
No common ground<br />
Imused…<br />
6<br />
“Debussy to this?” I handed Bella a CD. She looked at the cover and recognised it. It was the same<br />
CDshe had just mentioned.The day continued in a lazy, repetitive pattern. But I never bored.As usual<br />
her silent mind gave me no answers so I asked question after question. Revelling in thefascinating<br />
details whilst walking her to her classes, through to the lunch hour. I gathered the kind of movies she<br />
liked. She hadn’t travelled very much but she yearned to explore the world. I asked abouther<br />
favourite books. This seemed to enthuse her. She had a lot to say on what a good book should belike<br />
and what she had read. She answered all my questions, mostly with a perplexed uncertainty.