Alpha's Crescent Enchantment

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"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth."

-William W. Purkey

  
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The first thing I felt attracted about Oliver was his eyes. Brown and warm. They always felt like home when I had none. Even though brown eyes are underrated but his eyes damn I could probably drown in them happily.

When he first kissed me which was a light peck on my lips I actually didn't felt anything. Being the hopeless romantic reader I was I thought there's gonna be fireworks and drums and whatnot.

Alas it was just a simple touch. It didn't felt any different than how it feels when a person will touch one's hand.

I always thought the problem was me. That I'm too fucked up in my head to not realise how special it was. That I'm not appreciating it enough. But then I touched him.

Actually he touched me.

He just held my hands but I could literally feel sparks travelling my body upto my spine. Tingling. A happy tingle.

For a moment it created a special kind of buzz in my head. Maybe its because I haven't held many hand or maybe it's because I'm escaping from my broken reality towards a dream that was too good to be true.

A dream where a tall, handsome, blue eyed man was pulling me out of the destruction I caused. Like he was the anchor to my boat in the middle of the sea.

I wanted to forget everything. Just for now. I wanted to forget how I've been left by someone who was my everything. I wanted to forget that I'm just as broken as a mirror that's been shattered. That I was just as alive as a crushed rose. And with him I did forget.

Lennox.

Even his name sounded like a god and I knew he was too good for me. But for just once I wanted to be used and discarded. Because I knew he's the only chance I've got to forget everything, even if it's just for an instant.

I could feel the same tingling sensation from my arm. Slowly I can feel my senses return.

Gradually after a few seconds my eyes opened with difficulty. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling I should be scared .

If not for the familiar tingles and pressure on my palm as if someone was holding it, I would be definitely scared. Slightly tilting my head Lennox face come into my view.

He was gazing down at me calmly, his breathing even and I would have been fooled to think he was as calm as he was showing if not for the sudden increase in pressure on my palm and his raging stormy eyes full of unspoken words.

"I'm sorry." It truly surprised me that those were his first words.

"For what." My throat was croaking at this point. Pulling a glass of water he helped me take a sip.

"I didn't meant what I said." I guess whatever we have but we can't ever have a conversation where either of us gonna speak more than one line. But it didn't felt uncomfortable. Infact it felt familiar to me.

I knew he was hurt and I wanted to tell him that it's okay. It was my fault for being defective. It was my fault that I can't take anything without being a crybaby. But for once I wanted to be selfish.

Maybe if I blame him he'll stay longer. Maybe he'll feel a bit of guilt and it will make him stay.

Since I saw him I've been thinking about my past less. Instead I could perfectly pretend that this person in front of me is my partner. And we're so madly in love.