Noah : Despite what I thought about love being a drug , Abhaya Kallam was my greatest high.
I hated how much I wanted her.
I was completely consumed by her. She was flawlessly entangled to my soul.
And She Was Mine.
She might have been unaware...
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Damn it !!..
I've been overthinking the shit Amy said. Again ! If there was a Noble prize or Olympic game on overthinking, I would win every time and effortlessly. Lose my tag , over my dead brain cells.
My life has been a mess , it is a mess. I refuse to fall. It took me alot to runaway from it all , leaving it all behind for a new start. Darn it ! No , No. I'm not running away.
I calmed myself and picked up the book , The Book Thief. Have I read it over hundreds of times ? The answer is a Yes. I love rereading books , especially classics. Like Fyodor Dostoyevsky , Charles Dickens , Albert Camus , Jane Austen , Emily Bronte , Franz Kafka. Poems of Stevie Smith , Mary Oliver , Emily Dickinson, Whitney Hanson and many more.
I also have books by Holly Black , Ana Huang , Holly Jackson , Penelope Doughlous and H.D. Carlton and so on. As much as I dope in soft and hopeless romantics, I'm a whore for Dark romantics too. Who doesn't want a morally grey man to stalk you , obsess over you , possessive for you , showing how you belong to them and they belong to you, spoiling you not only with luxury but lots of sex and kisses and orgasms. And above all , they can't see their woman hurt or in pain. The danger , the mystery , the trauma and the thrill in them. Uff , uff , uff ... I'd like a red flag who's a green for me and me only , a villain but a goddamn lover. I never preferred prince charming for myself , for others yes , absolutely , keep it healthy for them.
But for me, No. I've always been unhealthy. I wanted to be passionately desired and unconditionally loved . I wanted to be obsessed over , to be devoted . The one that ruins the innocence out of me and completely bends my sanity. I wanted a scarred knight. I wanted to be a hope , a home , a safe place for him.
But , but , but , I can excuse murders and lies and the danger , but I draw the line at cheating and domestic violence.
Damn it, I have a serious problem !
I started reading the book. I wanted to distract myself from overthinking and fantasizing. That's the last thing I should get myself into.
A person put a bag on the seat next to me. I thought I was going to sit alone but the universe has always been against me. As I turned I saw a man , like an actual masculine man. His aura , gloomy. He had a mask on , black. The man wore everything black. Black boots , black tshirt , black cargos, watch - black , his headphone hanging on his neck - black , his bag - black , hairs were black too.
As I looked up , did my breathing stop ? A definite yes. Eyes , the most amazing part of human beings. Raven freaking eyes. Dark raven eyes. He's jaw , sharp enough to slice me even though he had a mask. I had never seen a man like him.
He sat there beside me. I shrunk myself , don't ask me why. My heartbeat was on acceleration, I begged Tesla to help me in that. I couldn't breathe like a normal person.
