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𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕠
I saw her for the first time in a cafeteria all by herself, she seemed completely engrossed in the articles, occasionally jotting down notes in a small notebook. Her glasses perched on the tip of her nose, and her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. She had an air of intelligence and focus about her that drew me in.
I couldn't help but be intrigued by this mysterious woman. What was she studying? Was she a doctor or a medical student? I wanted to know more about her, but I didn't want to intrude on her solitude.
As I sipped my coffee, I couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then. She seemed so lost in her own world, completely unaware of the people around her. I admired her dedication and passion for her work.
Eventually, she finished her reading and closed the journal with a satisfied smile. She gathered her things and left the cafe, leaving me with a sense of curiosity and admiration for this woman who seemed to be on a mission to learn and grow in her field.
She captivated me that day, in a way that no one else had ever done before.
That was when I first met Anya.
ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥
That intriguing aura about Anya drew me in like light draws in a moth. I was insatiable, a glimpse of her was enough to make me obsessed with her. My heart ached everytime I thought about her throughout the next twenty four hours. I tried to ignore it until it was impossible.
Finding her name, occupation, address and everything else wasn't the difficult part. It was the acceptance that I might have to forget about her and move on with my life.
After all, I had led her life to be what it was then, lonely and bleak. The one and only reason why she was an orphan, why she had to live off scarps of affection thrown at her, why she dedicated her life to her work, why she lost her rights.
To accept that I was the one who destroyed her life, the one who broke her dreams, the one because of who she was forced to cremate her family down to ashes. It was painful even back then. When I didn't love her, when I planned to collect her like a precious piece of jewel, when I just wanted to get her to my bed. But that all changed gradually.
The more I observed her from a distance, the more I fell in love, with her grace, intelligence, and kindness. Every little thing she did seemed to captivate me, from the way she smiled to the way she spoke. I found myself constantly thinking about her, wanting to be near her and make her happy.
As I got to know her better, I discovered even more reasons to love her. Her passion for her work, her sense of humor, and her unwavering loyalty to her friends and family all made me admire her even more.
