• _rantings_of_a_shy_soul_ 9w

    Stranger

    I knew it was doomed the moment I laid my eyes on him. Tall, tousled hair, that lopsided grin, and the vile spark in those beautiful brown eyes! The way he stood leaning against the wall, his demeanour screamed "danger" as if beckoning me to run as far as possible never looking back. But it seemed that he had some sort of a magnetic pull that urged me to plunge into that inevitable danger. The mysterious aura around him pushed me to break through his complexion and explores the depths of his being. My indifference towards life was taken over by a sudden burst of curiosity. Curiosity that was aroused by him.

    He brushed past me and his arm scraped my shoulder subtly. But that minute touch was enough to make my stomach churn. My mind drifted to inappropriate regions, as I wondered what his hands upon me would feel like. But I shrugged that thought away not dreading to walk on that improper path I was so keen to venture into.

    He smelled of cigarettes and adventure and perhaps something else. Sin maybe? A sin I would gladly commit even if it ruined me. I wanted to feel the thrill as he slowly took his time to destroy me. I wanted to get consumed by the alluring darkness he carried even if it meant I would never be able to catch a glimpse of light, ever! It felt that be had a world of his own, a world far far away from the one I was inhabiting. And I longed to get lost in his world even if there was no escape. I knew I would be trapped willingly. The only question that arose was, was I really ready to walk this dangerously beautiful path?

    At that moment he laughed, throwing back his head and when he regained his composure his eyes locked mine for the briefest moment and he gave me something which resembled a smile as if luring me as if he could read my mind, see my dilemma, and asking me to invade his territory. And that was the last thing I needed. Yeah, you guessed it right, I got my answer!
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