It hurt to see her hurt.
Two scrapped knees, and a tear streaked face.
She scurried off to the footpath to check her injuries. First looking at the palms of her hands, and then ever so slowly, she lifted the front of her maxi dress and checked her knees. Right underneath the caps where two large grazes, and streaks of bright red blood flowing from the shredded skin.
I wanted to ask, to see if she was okay – but she straightens her back, and pushes her shoulders back to present herself as a collected confident woman.
Brushing her hands against her dress, she tucks a strand of loose long blonde hair behind her ear before tucking it into her loose pony tail.
Stephanie had flipped her sunglasses on top of her head and proceeded to dry her tear stained pink rosy cheeks. Despite the puffiness to her cheeks, or the long wet eyelashes that surrounded her blue eyes – she looked beautiful.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She walks off ahead, almost like a lady on a mission. Her walking seemed out of pace, and as she played with the front of her dress – she seemed uncomfortable. Eventually, she lifts up front of the material and gathers it to the side of her thigh – away from brushing on her new scrapes.
Droplets of blood had begun to slide down her creamy white skin, but she didn’t appear to care as she charged forwards, determined to not let her fall get in the way.
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