still fictional.

today i met gabrielle again.

its been years since i last saw her. her hair was still miraculously ostentatious- how she kept it in the exact same state, i have no idea- it was the hair, that caught my eye, t be entirely honest. she was pretty much the girl i knew before, only a brief discrepancy in her complexion- she was no longer fair. when our eyes met, she blinked for a moment, superseded by a smile. the crooked smile i remembered, one corner of her mouth curling up as though constantly mocking someone. hardly insulting; unique, really. i could swear it was just her mouth shape.

her brown eyes were rimmed ludicrously with long captivating lashes and there was a network of lines that creased in coordination everytime she smiled. despite the undeniable proof of age- wrinkles-
she was still beautiful.

there's something about her that just made her.. different. when she was being nice to you there was a sound she somehow managed t conjure from the back of her throat- a beat of a surpressed laugh, much like a hiccup- and it made whatever you said sound more amusing than it was. when she wasnt, she made it a point you'd know.

a simple hi as we brushed one another, a sensory touch; her shoulder and mine.

followed by a goodbye. and a sweet remembrance, likely forever.