She had called on her best friend to discuss a man she couldn’t get over. “An unnatural craving” she called him. “I know a thing or two about those” he said stealing a glance. “It kills you for the things you desire, but craving for something you know you can never have, destroys you slowly”
Her thoughts were like a heady cocktail of emotions for him. She overpowered his senses yet he felt in control. She took him high in passion and left him low in despair. He was ecstatic in her presence and unbearably anguished when she was gone. She made him restless, yet she was where he found tranquillity.
She looked faraway into his eyes. Her face so close that he felt her breath. He could hear a primal force howl inside him. He held the back of her head, her hair falling over his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. She tried to break her gaze, but couldn’t. He had taken control.
She walked to work like everyday. The feeling that some one was watching was stronger than most days. She wrapped her arms around tightly, holding herself together. Just as she looked behind to make sure she was alone, the wind whooshed passed suddenly, playing with her hair, whispering like it had a secret to tell.
“I hate that you are such a narcissist” She whispered. “That’s the fun of this, even that makes me feel good” he smiled, moving closer to her. “You cannot be proud of that” she frowned. “But I am, cause someone who cannot love himself, is incapable of loving anyone else” He replied, kissing her.
Lying in the shade of the jacaranda tree, he could feel her flutter around his thoughts, pretty as ever in her white summer dress. Sunlight filtering through her long hair, lighting him up blisssfully. She had always managed to set things right for him. He did not want to blink. She was his favourite illusion.
She stood between the man she loved and the man who loved her, waiting for a sign. He read the confusion on her face and called out to her. She hesitated, looked the other way, then walked up to him. In that one moment everything changed. She always remembered his acceptance and he never forgot her reluctance.
She was sitting on the ledge having a conversation with the morning sun. A strange sensation of drifting into nothingness engulfed her. She could hear him again, calling out to her from far away. She knew she had to find him, to free him and herself. In that moment she was ready to travel any distance.
She felt his eyes on her from across the hall. They were leaving burn marks as they moved along her curves. He stared as if he was memorising her body. She felt that if he touched her, she’d die. And then their eyes met. In that moment she knew that if he didn’t touch her, she’d die.
They had never met yet every word he wrote cast a spell over her. The enchanted moments were all that she had. He was far away but his words weren’t. They held her in a tight embrace on a cold night. They left a lingering fragrance around her. She was drenched in his perfume.
