Looking at him was like bathing in the cold water of a small lake situated in the middle of a dense green forest. As if surrounded by butterflies and fragrance of sweet fruit entwined with that of dampening soil. It is like a thrill that never fails to spawn ecstasy. It leaves you wanting more and more.
I wish I could tear my gaze away from him but the rainwater in a lonely deserted island. Why wouldn't I welcome that? I was addicted to it. I am addicted to it. The dark black eyes engulf you, captivates you and make you hope that someday, they could appreciate you and might even look at yours for once.
I promise I would not ask for more, I promise I wouldn't beg for more.
There was something about him that ticked my heart. I have never sensed them before, and yet there was a certain ease to it. What was he? Who was he? I see them sometimes, in my dreams, in my thoughts, when I close my eyes. I imagine them staring back at me, captivating my heart. Was it too late for me to back down? It is too late for me to back down. I don't obsess, yet I just couldn't throw him out of me...
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RomanceA not so ordinary day, when Melody came across a guy, who resembles the character she has been writing about in her fiction. New, yet so familiar feelings begin to surface as she found herself working with him under the same roof. Slowly, she begin...
