The Boy With the Crescent Moon Scar
I was completely fascinated by him. He had the most captivating scar on his right wrist. It almost looked like a crescent moon in a star filled night. Is it wrong to find a scar so beautiful and intriguing? He probably thought I was weird, just taking in his presence as he sat across from me, reading a book full of poetry. I knew the train would come to a stop soon, pulling me out of my gaze and making me go back to campus but I felt the need to talk to him first. I was never the type to make small talk, especially not with strangers but I just felt drawn to him. Well, here goes nothing.
“Hi, um, excuse me? Is that a poetry book? I love poetry and I was just wondering if the book was any good?” That was a lie. I haven’t sat down and read a poem since I was forced to in high school for my english class. I was afraid he would realize I was just trying to find an excuse to talk to him but he looked up at me, smiling sweetly. That sent a rush of butterflies to my stomach and a rosy blush to run through my cheeks.
“Yeah, it is actually! My mom got it for me while I was in high school,” He stopped for a moment before continuing, “now that I say that out loud that sounds totally lame.” I laughed a little, not even fully realizing what he was saying because I was so captivated by him. He had this aura about him that I couldn’t shake. Although, I was quickly brought back to present time by the train coming to a stop, signaling me to get off. I quickly grabbed my coat and bookbag before standing up. I was shocked to see the boy get up as well.
“This is your stop too?” He asked, still with that same beautiful smile I would never get over. I nodded and followed him out the train, not knowing that this was the start of the something completely new.
I’m so happy I took the subway instead of taking a cab that day. Otherwise, who knows if I would’ve ever met the boy with the crescent moon scar.