FLY FREE

• the heart finds what it wants •

As she made her way, her heart throbbed, her stomach churned and her soul had already given up. she felt dizzy. She thought to herself - what a
fool she was to think she did know a stranger while her own insecurities mocked as she walked in deep thoughts not taking note of where her feet led her to.

And all of a sudden she was pulled back, as her foggy mind full of misted thoughts seemed to return its attention to the physical surroundings. She felt like she was almost yanked back and she hit a hard muscular chest soothing away her pain but as reality sunk in, she turned her neck so fast that it seemed to fall off of her being.

She was met with the same dark intruding mystical orbs she thought she'd never sink into again. As her lips smiled without waiting for her conscience to permit, her eyes grew foggy. As his palm rested on her cheek and his tough yet delicate fingers wiped away the tears; she happened to realize she was already a weeping mess. And her mind went back to reminding her how she had been rejected - not a normal 'no' she always faces, but the harshest and cruelest of them all and she jerked away from him; closing her eyes as she drank in her unvoiced desires and unseen pain.

She was about to leave yet again, when she felt his fingers holding on to her wrist as if he had taken an oath to never abandon them, but he already had. She turned, not knowing what else to expect. Maybe a 'sorry' for being rejected - which would make the pain much worse than it already is. So, without waiting for him to voice his sympathy she mumbled an "It's okay" and looked him into the eyes - worried yet home with her own ones - lifeless yet determined. She could see a tinge of confusion rising up there as he frowned much to her disappointment; for she wanted to imprint his goofy face in her memory and restore it forever. Without waiting for him to question she answered - "It's okay, you don't have to feel bad for rejecting me" this line alone felt like being stabbed a countless number of times yet the pain always greater than the previous one, always seizing.

As she made her mind to leave, she heard him - "Who said so?!" - a question. It came out gruff - almost in a murderous tone which strangely enough excited her rather than scaring her away.

She turned and this time her eyes portrayed the questioning gaze as her brows furrowed. She looked him dead into the eyes screaming "YOU" through her confused orbs as he questioned again "WHEN ON EARTH DID I REJECT YOU?" and this made her realize he could read her eyes too. She wasn't the only one. She gasped and he had a knowing look.

She said in a slightly higher tone - frustrated, burnt out and dejected like never before - "You just said 'but, I don't' to my 'I like you' and that's a rejection" giving him the "duh!!" look.

As realization struck them both, they yelled together -

"THAT WASN'T WHAT I MEANT" - came his voice: clearly urgent, almost pleading to be understood, desperate to be heard.