𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ᝰ.ᐟ

⁰⁴strumming melodies

I found myself sitting alone in the bustling airport departure gate, surrounded by the frenetic energy of travelers returning to their respective destinations. My week in Bali had come to an end, and the return to mundane reality loomed. Seeking solace in music, I donned my headphones and attempted to drown out the chaos of the airport.

Amidst the commotion, a striking figure captured my attention. Seated directly in front of me was a mysterious young man who appeared to have stepped out of a rock and roll fantasy. His long, sun-kissed blonde hair cascaded effortlessly, framing a face that could easily grace the pages of a fashion magazine. His presence exuded undeniable allure, yet there was an enigmatic air about him, adding to his charm.

The man appeared entirely engrossed in his mobile device, seemingly indifferent to his surroundings. Drawn by an invisible force, I found myself compelled to learn more about this captivating individual, hoping to unravel the layers beneath his enigmatic facade. With a mixture of apprehension and fascination, I took a step closer, removing my headphones.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but you kinda look like Kurt Cobain but like the model version," I ventured, offering a smile in an attempt to pierce his icy veneer.

He regarded me with a narrow gaze, as if assessing my intentions. My confidence waned under his scrutinizing eyes. They were truly captivating-a perfect blend of light blue and grey, reminiscent of the Bahamian sea. I felt as though I could lose myself in those eyes.

"Yeah, I get the Kurt Cobain compliment a lot, but the model? That's a new one ...," he eventually replied in a soft but measured tone.

Intrigued by the enigmatic aura he exuded, I probed further, "Really? I think you'd be a really great model. You should start modeling!"

"Maybe ... but I'm in a band though. I play the guitar," he said pondering.

"What? That's incredible! Music has a unique way of touching one's soul. I'm a passionate music enthusiast myself. What inspires you to play?"

A flicker of surprise briefly crossed his face, as if my genuine curiosity had momentarily pierced his aloof exterior. "It's a means of self-expression," he finally answered, his tone softening ever so slightly.

"Self-expression, eh? Music is a media for self-expression for me too. I am an upcoming writer, actually. I mostly write poems."

"Ah, a writer huh? That's great. Musicians and writers go well together, after all. Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Kyle," he introduced himself, extending a hand as he gestured to the seat next to him.

"Amelie."

As our conversation continued, I discovered that his love for music was intricately linked to his enigmatic persona. He spoke of the stage as his sanctuary, a realm where he could unleash his emotions without constraint. However, beyond those moments, he preferred to remain guarded, veiled in an air of mystery.

Beneath his cool exterior, I sensed a complexity that piqued my curiosity. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that hinted at an untold story, making me wonder whether there was a deeper reason behind his cautious demeanor or if it was simply an extension of his artistic temperament.

Our conversation meandered through various topics, from music and art to uncharted realms of life. As departure time approached, I couldn't ignore the twinge of sadness at the prospect of our brief encounter coming to an end.

"Well, it was a pleasure talking to you," I said, attempting to conceal my reluctance to part.

He offered a faint smile, and for a moment, his frigid demeanor seemed to thaw ever so slightly. "Likewise," Kyle responded, his voice tinged with a hint of sincerity.

"Could we exchange numbers? Maybe I can help you with your songwriting or something," I asked tentatively.

Seriously, Amelie? A gorgeous model like him will never give me his number. He must've had so many girls who fanned over him

"Of course," Kyle replied, offering a faint smile.

That smile would be the last I'd see as an announcement blared that my flight was departing soon.

"Oh, that's my flight. I hope we'll meet again, Kyle. I really enjoyed our conversation," I said, extending my hand, which he shook warmly.

"Likewise. Safe travels, Amelie. Don't forget to get in touch," Kyle urged, releasing my hand as I prepared to leave.

I stole one final glance at Kyle, his tall and charismatic figure still leaving me in awe. I waved and smiled before turning away, knowing I was leaving him behind.

As I boarded the plane, I couldn't shake the feeling of having encountered a beautiful enigma. The desire to uncover more about this fascinating figure with the looks of a model and the soul of a rock star remained with me.

We continued to exchange messages regularly. He mentioned that his band was about to release a new song. I couldn't wait to hear it. He also shared his plans to pursue part-time modeling. It seemed he had taken my suggestion to heart; everyone would be stunned by his transformation.

He became a wellspring of inspiration for my stories and poetry, helping me explore the depths of his emotions. In the pages of my journal, I vividly painted his allure, capturing the essence of the rock and roll vibe that surrounded him and the silent vulnerability hidden beneath.

Years later, I published my poems to a publisher and they agreed to publish them. I become well-known and had to move to a bigger city. I moved to Kyle's state and got in touch with him. We wrote many songs together and eventually became a couple.

I can't believe that fleeting meeting could lead to such a wonderful tale.

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in the echoes of your silent guitar's refrain,
i find a melody, unspoken, without name.
your enigmatic soul, a hidden treasure trove,
in every strum, in every note, I rove.

a heart that's a rockstar's flame,
your story's untold, but in your music, it came.
with eyes like the sea, endless and deep,
in the rhythm of your soul, secrets you keep.

a fleeting encounter, yet inspiration's you've lit,
in verses and rhymes, your essence i've knit.
the beauty of chance meetings, you've shown,
in the words of my heart, your mystery's known.

with every stanza and each rhyme i weave,
i capture your essence, in words, i believe.
in the ballad of silence, you're the song's refrain,
for you, the muse of my verses, an eternal domain.

☁︎

wow what a chapter right? this is actually based on my experience. i met this model at the airport and just could not forget him. he is the most stunning person i've ever seen.