17. Alastair

Alastair

She was laughing.

And all I could think about was that I wasn't supposed to feel this way.

The sound of her laughter echoed through the air like a song. Her eyes, alight with mirth and glee, sparkled like stars in the night. It was that enchanting. I froze as I watched her laughing, shaking her head, and covering her lips. For just an instant, the pain that I could constantly see in her eyes disappeared. As if at that moment, all her worries and troubles were gone and dead replaced by a light, a shining beacon, a pure delight.

I never wanted to be a poet but her laughter made me wish I was one.

As soon as she met my gaze, something crossed in those gray eyes and she immediately stopped laughing. She bit her plump lips. “I mean...” Pressing her lips together, she finally was able to stifle her laughter. “I am afraid you will be sick if we are close.”

“What?” was all I could say. Her laughter was still ringing in my head.

I waited. But she didn't seem to explain what she