I could see our drenched feet inside the thin water sheet. We've been sitting here for hours and I could still feel the slippery rock clay below my feet. Evidentally, the water didn't feel cold at all.
"Your nailpaint looks very odd" he said looking at my green nailpaint which could be clearly seen inside the crystal water.
"And what do you think is the best colour for a girl's nails?" I asked, perplexed.
"Maybe something like hot red" He smirked
Hot red? Red? No way, red is so for old ladies, I would never wear hot red.
"But I think this green kinda compliments your giant feet" he said leaving me bewildered to think whether it was a compliment or a mocking comment. I said nothing and we went back staring at the brown rocks inside the water, embracing the silence.
Time has fled by since then, and he went like the wind. The kind of wind which comes only once, to clear out the dark sky. The kind of wind which make people hope, it would come when the clouds are gray again.
I don't know where he went and maybe I don't want to know.
Coincidentally, today I'm wearing that same green nailpaint again, just a darker shade.
