Toxic Addiction (On Hold/ Under Editing)

An Unexpected Realization, Tingles and An Electrifying Touch

Word count; 3674

MEHEK'S P. O. V

We have passed levels that I have never crossed with anyone. He has not only inscribed his name on my mind but on my soul itself.

I thought maybe time would solve the complicated things I feel when he's around yet along time has passed and I am still confused. I should get used to it but it's conflicting. It feels wrong but right at the same time.

I have always found silence awkward but right now, my body, my mind and my heart feels at peace just walking in this silence. Why are things so different when it comes to him?

I felt his grip on my hand tighten and warmth crawls up my skin despite the cool night.

It's wierd because it's always a different feeling when he holds my hand. It's not the first time, he's gotten even closer to me before but yet it's strange and unfamiliar.
I wish I would understand these things.

It wasn't really that late. I'm guessing a good number of people would still be awake. We were heading for the bonfire at the beach area, I've never been to one before.

Normally I would have not agreed to try something so out of my type, but I am fulfilling all his wishes even when he doesn't push.

I don't even understand why. He's the closest friend I've ever had. He's special and I am entirely sure of that.

Faint light came into view from a distance and I could tell it was a fire. Few people came into view as well. As we walked further, I got a full view.

A large mount of fire is situated at somewhat the centre and a lot of people are sitting around it. Some others are in their own circles and a few walking around, prolly doing their own thing.

My steps began to falter, I felt uneasy. I have never spent time in the midst of that much people. The thought of it made me cringe.
"What's wrong?" I think he noticed my distress.

"I don't think I want to be in the midst of that much people." I didn't hesitate to tell him. He stopped walking and moved to stand in front of me.

I moved back immediately as that wave of heat enveloped me.
His heat.

"Why?" He cocked his head to the side searching my eyes. I don't hide my discomfort because I want him to see it. Even if it makes me feel weak.

I have learned my whole life fighting weakness yet it feels so normal when I'm around him. And as much as I dread it, I want to be weak, he has always helped me, even when I'm too proud to ask and I'm sure he will. No matter what.

"I doubt I will be comfortable." I couldn't read his expression after I told him that.
What am I saying? Ever since I met him, I have never been able to read him. He's like a book that is impossible to open.

Undecipherable...it makes me curious and makes me want to adventure and explore... Yet he tells me I'm the only one who understands him.

His eyes are not emotionless but it just seems like a jigsaw puzzle, a mystery to unravel.

He walks slowly till he gets too close. I hated the way my skin felt light and my stomach felt tight but I can't retreat. He's invading my personal space and his strong cologne fills my nose.