A Butterfly's Kiss

Chapter 1

A smile was plastered on his face but half of his face was pulled into the shadow of his hood. The night was deep and the dim lights of the city were not enough for me to distinguish his facial features. Not to mention, my vision made it even more difficult to see as I am starting to get tipsy.

Getting impatient with determining the man's identity, I shouted,

"Who the fuck are you?"

"No one special." He shrugged.

That's the most bullshit answer I've ever heard.

I scoffed, "Then what the fuck are you doing here? Do you wanna witness suicide?"

"That was the last scenario I expected wanted to witness. I just came here for a breather."

"Fair. Want some drink?" I extend my arm with the bottle of alcohol.

"As long as you, yourself hand it over to me." He shrugged and never budged at his spot.

Filled with confusion, I narrowed my eyebrows and squinted at his figure. Can he not move his legs and grab this drink for himself? Without another thought, I leaped away from the ledge and that was when it dawned on me. He stopped me from jumping off the building.

I chuckled when I realized his intentions, "You're a sneaky man." I pointed my fingers at him as I approach.

"And you're stupid for falling for that trick but very nice. You actually went here and handed me the drink."

I was only a few steps closer to him and now I could clearly see his lower facial features. He had a soft and youthful golden skin that glowed under the twilight despite the shadow of the hood. Surprisingly, seemed like he had shaved considering how he had no beard. His lips were full and perfectly proportional, forming the shape of a heart, upturned to a one-sided smile.

I licked my parched lips, "It's the vodka acting. I'm actually really fucking mean."

The man let out a deep chuckle, "Everyone can be mean. You wanna sit down for a moment?"

He pointed at the existing bench beside the door. My head was swirling already like being deep underwater, a rest should be fine. I guess I could postpone my death day.

"Are you gonna tell me who you are by then? Getting murdered by a pretty boy doesn't seem a bad idea either." I said as I plopped my ass on the bench and offered the drink to him which he accepted but put aside the drink.

"You think I'm a pretty boy?"

"I'm assuming you are."

"Well, you're about to find out."

He pulled off his hood revealing his whole face. The first thing that caught her eye was his sparkling pair of brown eyes. It held the similar feeling of looking into the depths of the lush forest full of tall trees. A dark brown with hints of green. Every time he blinked, his long lashes would kiss his cheeks. His eyes held a gentle gaze that almost made me feel sleepy.

He brushed his disheveled hair. At first glance, one would think that his hair was black but the moonlight revealed a shiny chestnut brown hair. It was not exactly long or short. It was neatly cut but a few strands would drop at the side. I had to resist the urge of running my fingers on his hair.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or the fact that it has been a while since I've seen an attractive person that my lips immediately curved into a smile at his reveal. I moved my head away from his appearance.

"Did I disappoint you?" I could hear a pout in his voice.

I looked back at him and put my fingers up imitating a camera, "Hmm, I'm actually satisfied."