A young man in his mid-twenties sits on the floor with his back against the wooden wall. He looks like a seemingly lifeless ragdoll left by its owner to survive the test of time by his own.
But he is alive. A hot breathing flesh that is very much human.
He seems to be sleeping. But the rhythmic beat of his heart opposes the claim of the ill-advised.
He is awake.
(more…)It isn’t love at first sight, not even close.
All he knows is that when he bumps into her on his way to his seat inside the Heathrow Express towards Central London, his heart ceases to beat and something in his subconscious takes over and swallows him like a blackhole craving for a plethora of unexplainable desires.
He recognizes her even though he doesn’t know who she is. It is a strange thing. A first. At least for him.
He sits beside her, thinking of a way to instigate a conversation between strangers. She seems… different. The quiet, cold type. The kind of person who ignores everyone around her.
She’s different. He is different. Charisma has been the key to his numerous successful dealings, and here he is clueless on how he will go about approaching a stranger.
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She, Who Refuses to Speak