"So, this is it? It's the last time we are seeing each other..." he said, with almost a broken voice.
I was only able to nod while attempting to hold back the tears that were about to flow. I felt heaviness in my chest, an irregular pulse, and trembling in my legs. As soon as I looked into his black eyes, a sudden rush went through my spine, a feeling to make him mine.
My time at college is coming to an end. I'll be working as a professional in no time, collaborating with industry experts. And I've found this master's program to be rather exhilarating. From the strain of academics to the dawn of an organization. Life is tough and as beautiful as a winter's misty mornings.
It's a gorgeous winter noon, the sky above me extending its grey character and the clouds descending into the earth. While my friends are out taking in the peace of winter, I'm here composing an irrelevant tidbit. All I could do was write and think about that one person, who motivated me to survive in this university, without even doing anything, not even saying a word. I never even had a quick discussion with him, and I don't see him every day. But every time I do, he looks even more gorgeous with his partly wavy trimmed hair, his rimmed glasses, and a body that every guy dreams of. He is my fictional man's exact clone. Incredibly, he is so much younger than I am and so appealing.
I am frequently envious of his partner, who lives in a distant city. I've seen them together in photos when he would cover up her face and dedicate a heartfelt song to her. They appear content and in love, and I want them to be happy and so utterly in love that nothing will unravel them apart. However, a part of me yearns for something darker, more intense, and more passionate from him. I can't help but be drawn to his touch, his kind speech, and his eyes as they look at me. Every time I see him even for a second, his eyes pierce through my soul. The mole in his lips, calls my name, but I am well aware that it's not me who he wants, but it's he who I want and the things I desire. I know, this was the last time I would be seeing him.
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Idiotic Infatuation
ChickLit"So, this is it? It's the last time we are seeing each other..." he said, with almost a broken voice. I was only able to nod while attempting to hold back the tears that were about to flow. I felt heaviness in my chest, an irregular pulse, and trem...
