Flashback

“What was your childhood like?” Amanda asked him with a punch to the shoulder.

“I didn’t really have one.” Aaron knew that this response was simple, but he thought it was the most accurate way to describe his bleak childhood.

“Come on, what about your parents?” She asked as he playfully leaned on his shoulder and made a faux pouty face. “You must have had parents, right?”

While Amanda spoke, Aaron usually looked her in the eye. Somehow he thought that because of her looks, she deserved to only be looked at through her eyes. There was something about her turquoise blue eyes as well. Aaron privately thought that her eyes were the prettiest part about her, but of course there was a deeper meaning behind them to him. That was under normal circumstances, however. When the thought of his parents came up, he somehow broke that indestructible gaze between the two of them and proceeded to stare off into space.

While keeping his focus on the point where the floor and the wall met, Aaron again gave her his most accurate way of describing what she had asked for. “Um…yea, but they didn’t like me.”

With that reply, Amanda suddenly stopped acting silly, and sprouted a more concerned look on her face. “Don’t be stupid, Aaron. They’re your parents, of course they love you! I bet you can think of a ton of times when you and your parents had a heartfelt family moment together.”

Aaron shook his head.

“Come on! I’m not taking no for an answer. Think, Stupid!” She half-yelled as she playfully kicked him. Aaron could tell that she was trying to re-lighten the mood, but he could also tell that it wasn’t working on him. Not this time at least.

“Well there was this one time I thought we were going to have one.” He said as he slowly let a grin crac...

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...d a way to start anew.

Aaron laid there and pondered those things for a moment or two, and then felt Amanda’s glance. He turned his attention back to her, and looked back into her beautiful blue oceanic eyes. For the first time, however, it felt like she was looking back into his eyes of dirt brown. He turned to her, and moved a stray strand of her dark brunette hair back behind her ear.

Next, he didn’t know if it was her that kissed him, or the other way around. All he felt was the feeling of her lips against his and her cool touch. All he tasted was her quirky pizza flavored lip balm. All he heard of the deep, dense silence of the empty mansion. All he saw was the soothing, calm black of the back of his eyelids. All he smelled was the scent of her pretty perfume. Finally, all he thought about was the dense fog being lifted from his mind for the first time since.