• In Which They Dream •
People say you dream about those things which you think about. Her thoughts were free to travel. But they usually decided to head up in his direction.
His arms were her asylum,
Her voice was his tranquilizer.
He was the sky...
let's go for no reason, without asking anyone, without telling anyone, let's meet something or someone.. there are no barriers remaining for us or between us.. Only you are..only we are here, that's all what matters."
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"I walked through the forest lane towards the boy who was standing there; his hands stretched out for me.
I watched as beams of sunlight washed over trees making it a beautiful scene.
The faint yellow light fell on his face illuminating his features. His green eyes shined brightly, pulling me into it's magnetic field. His brownish black hairs were swept in a messy yet sexy way. His affectionate smile was contagious. It was alluring me to smile too, without any reason.
I finally reached and stood in front of him, eyeing his outstretched hand suspiciously.
Why would I let him hold my hand? He is a stranger. A complete stranger.
But then am I here? Why my heart is beating frantically? Why am I feeling butterflies in my stomach? Why am I feeling so...secure??
I had too many questions but answers to none of them. I didn't like it a bit. I didn't like losing control over my emotions. Through years of practice, I have made my reaction to any emotions so expensive, that only few had the privilege to experience it. But right there, I was not my usual self. I was reacting to some foreign emotions and was driven by it. I was someone I really wanted to be, but not what I truly am.
I frowned and gave him a 'no-no' look and stepped back from him. I don't trust him. He is weird. He does crazy things to me. He makes me feel weird things. He is a bad idea.
But he had other plans. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand almost forcefully. My hand immediately relaxed in his as it was meant to be there only. I felt that unusual kind of electricity, which traveled from my wrists to the entire body.
What kind of electricity generates from touching someone? I have never read or heard about it. I guess I should do some research over it.
He pulled me from my trance of thoughts as he intertwined his fingers with mine. My eyes widened at his affectionate actions, but I didn't step away from him. Because I actually liked the feeling.
He was holding my hand the way Dean holds Jessica's hand. He was holding my hand like he never wanted to let me go. He was holding my hand as if he is telling me he is there; only for me.
I could not help but to smile as he started walking, my hand still in his, dragging me after him.
He looked back at me and gave his heart melting smile, making my insides go on a wild ride.
