©2022 by Idowu Taiwo Deborah.
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His hair was the colour of gold. It reflected the rays of the sun as it glistened, bewitching every woman that saw him.
The word 'beautiful' couldn't do this man justice.
He looked gentle, angelic.
Women often gossiped that he didn't belong on Earth. He was too beautiful for the darkness that was in this world.
But this man wasn't beautiful.
His face might be...but his mind wasn't.
He was a walking contradiction.
Seven abominations laid dormant within him. He knew it but they didn't.
Did he love his demons? Well, he didn't resist them and the devil toyed with this man.
He often smiled but there was a gaping wound within that no one else could see or fill.
When he walked on snow, one would think they were the very same place in which he was born.
This man met a woman.
At first, he paid her no mind because she wasn't as beautiful as jewels.
But so busy was she with the travails of life that she didn't care what a man with hair of gold thought of her.
This woman fascinated this man because she was the only one that has ever made him feel unseen. He was drawn to that.
He loved it.
Whenever her eyes skipped over him, it made his heart beat just a little faster.
One abomination spoke;
"So you want this woman?" Greed bellowed into his ear.
His blue eyes could not deny the words.
Weirdly, her not noticing him made him feel seen, however how contradictory that was.
It was an acknowledgement. A broken piece in the finely placed puzzle, she was the raindrop that riveted his entire river.
Yes.
"Excuse me miss." They were in a restaurant. It was a cold evening. Rain was falling.
More people were trodding in looking to settle down and have a cup of hot coffee. He on the other hand had cocoa.
He called the waiter. This woman had dull brown eyes, and brown hair that was held together in a band that looked like it would give up anytime soon.
It was the woman. The same one that had managed to capture his attention among all else.
She looked dreary, overworked and underpaid, but she looked so fascinating.
"What will you be having sir?" She droned out like she had a dozen times.
He kept staring at her and she kept staring at him. One pair of eyes was filled with stars, the other had black holes for eyes instead.
"Can I get a pancake?"
"Sure."
The woman quickly scribbled his order and left.
Most women would have fawned over him. His blue eyes would have drowned them in a pit of pleasure.
'Can't you see me?'
She obviously couldn't. His beauty had never once failed before.
"Is she blind?" Anger harrumphed in his ear.
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