Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
Or, better yet, why Exemplary is so much like a raven?
She is ebony, a matching colour. Her coat is a glossy black sea that many, if not all, tend to get devoured in. She is a bundle of charcoal with not the slightest hint of white, a pureness few have come to own. She, also, has simple hazel eyes that on any other frame would have appeared meek, but because of her spasm of black they pop like the lightest of blues. But no, it is not because of their matching colours and simple iris’s.
It is because like a raven, Exemplary has no understanding of what her life truly entails.
A bird never flies to the sky, travelling for days before landing because it knows the end is near. The bird is a machine on instincts, it does because it’s brain urges it to. Much like when a dog cannot help but let out a muffled bark at the sound of an unfamiliar foot step, birds cannot help but fill out their life with their only purpose. Exemplary, too, has no true understanding of what her life is. And is that not a shame? Is it not the saddest story that one day, when her life is over, it is just starting again. Like a computer powering off because of a dead battery, and reviving only to reveal that everything (including your most sacred documents, the real ones) have been wiped clean from the hard drive.
Exemplary, my folks, is a ticking time bomb of immortality in its worst form.
Perhaps if she knew, she would be more bold. Instead of hiding in the shadows of willow trees and aimlessly flirting with men (taking no real step in the direction of love), perhaps she would be conquering fears or making a name. Maybe, just maybe, she would be doing a little more to enjoy this life while she can. Lord knows that many other lives await her arrival.
He scares her. He is a book with in depth history and a long record of lives he has impacted. No, scare is not the right word… intimidate. He intimidates her because he is something she will never quite be. He is someone who has loved deeply, cared deeply, maybe even hated. And while she will never know to what extent, she knows he is something beyond her level. He has experience in all emotions, while her talent is in passiveness. She is the girl men dream of in high school—the pretty, low priority one. The one who is alright with pizza (would rather have Greek but never dare say a word). He suites someone exquisite, someone who demands and who sees what they want. Someone who snaps a finger at at the flick of the wrist there before them is hundreds of desserts. He probably longs for someone bold, and courageous.
After all, Exemplary has not finished writing her first chapter.
Not long enough..
Her ears flicker into a pin, a threat, a habit. He has questioned to move into her space, but she does not want to be easy. She does not want to be simple and boring. She wants to make him try, she wants to see that he wants to try. Her naivety may work in his favour, but while he crosses the border of the unknown she will question his intentions.
She has never been hurt because she weeds out those who do harm.
“So, you wish you had not stumbled upon me so soon?” Her gold eyes glimmer with the slightest hint of a tease, maybe he would see that and maybe he would not. Maybe he would be caught up on her warning, be immaturely sore from her reaction to his advancement. Or maybe he would see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe he would appreciate her for being more than a rump offering mare.
Exemplary
I will be yours, and only yours, until the day I fade to black