* UNDYING LOVE *
- III -
She intercepts the glances of a man, beautiful, uncommon-looking but very attractive. A magnetism between them began, he fixe her as if he had never seen anything like it, and it goes well for her. It was as if she had a power of attraction on him.
How many times did he expect to be so close to her. He is unable to move a step towards it! She was paralyzed him. Her glance persistent, pierces him. She was hurting him. He almost wanted to hide behind the tree to be removed from his sight, but it would not really serious.
She was there! She still did not move, it was as if she tried to photograph him in her mind. He was taking puffs of air, as if his being, would like to dissociate, if his soul was trying to escape.
He began to have ants in the legs, and the sun blinded him in half. He stepped back against the wall to get away from its light, benefiting from shade of the tree. He was touched. He had so loosened his tongue, trying again and again, to talk to her in the past he wanted today, to feast on her every word. But her said nothing, and he did not want to break the magic of the moment, left blank.
He would like himself show manly, but that would not last long. He was uncomfortable, to be near from her, mind empty, without inspiration. In fact, no woman could have had a crush on him, he thought. But, she was receptive to some dark reason.
He will certainly not its first love! But after him, he had a premonition, she promised never again love always, anyone, except Him. He had the feeling to explode from the inside. He felt its love for her, crushing the bones, so she had not yet touched, not even touched on.
He looks, he takes a step, he was down two. He seemed to see her approaching, like slow motion. Drops of transpiration down his temples. Her world is so different from his. His culture is even more so. How deal with this mentality, how to explain it to those who forced him to love another.
Images defiled full speed in his head. So, she slowly moving away, continuing her way. He looks at her without a word to say or do something. He hides in the shadows to watch it go. She moving away, more and more. At each step, which kept him away from him, his heart shouted, screamed, unable to speak.
Suddenly, his eyesight became blurred. As if a veil had been lifted. He walked with her. She made her hair whipping in the wind, shaking his head. As she smelled good! The sky blue mixed with gray, orange and black, as if to announce a brutal passion. He smelled the hollow of his hand, completely relaxed. She lovingly placed her head on his shoulder. A voice came to interrupt the mirage, so gentle, so relaxing.
- Hey! You still look this woman? Forget it! She is not like us.
- You and me, we are not similar, too.
- Your way of thinking has broken your brain. She has a bad influence on you.
- I know.
(...)
Another day, another pain. He looks at her again, follow the same path without knowing where she goes. He stays behind the counter of his shop. He looks, he thinks too much, and it gives him, a headache. He fixe the ground, he turned, took his coat, puts on and goes out. Time stopped. Nothing moves, no sound fails in his ears. Thousands of years of culture seems to have disappeared a few seconds. He will not back down, no, he will not retreat. Even if the price was, to be banished.
He walked with a determined step. He goes beyond her. He looks at her, she look at him, like the air surprised to see him come to her side.
He smiled at her and to his surprise, she returned his smile. She continued her way.
Light as first contact, but he was satisfied.
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Karole McDowell 2011 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.
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