The Silent Vigilante

Sophie Grace

I didn't remember how his hand felt. Maybe he kissed me last night. How his lips were felt, why I don't remember anything. Stop thinking about this focus on work. Daniel entered the room with his laptop in his hands. His hands are attractive. His hair. God. I want to touch them. "Hey... how's it going? You need help with anything? I'm pretty good at research and writing papers." He moves closer, glancing at my screen. His voice makes me forget everything. "Uhh yeah I am stuck at this part" I passed him my notes. Our fingers brushed. He takes the notes and starts flipping through the pages, his brow furrowing as he reads my notes. He finds the part I'm stuck on and sits down beside me, opening his laptop. "Alright, what exactly are you struggling with here?" "This equation" I replied. He looks at the equation I pointed out and nods, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he pulls up a math problem-solving site. He starts explaining the steps to solve the equation, his voice patient and clear. "Okay, so first we need to isolate the variable. Let's start by... " His voice. God, help me. I was just listening to his voice. My focus is on his voice only. I leaned towards him to get a better view of the screen. He continues explaining, his arm accidentally brushing against mine as he points at the screen. His voice drops lower as he concentrates on the steps. "So, now we divide both sides by 3 to get rid of the coefficient..."

"Daniel..." My voice was barely above the whisper. His hand trembles slightly on the mouse. He turns his head slowly, our faces inches apart. I can feel his breath hot on my lips. Our eyes met seeing the same unspoken question reflected in my eyes. "Yes...?" I finally managed to speak but almost whispered "Do you hate me?" He opens his mouth to respond, but the words catch in his throat at the raw vulnerability in your eyes. "Forget it" I shoved him off. "Wait..." He reaches out, his hand hovering in mid-air as he sees me looking down, my shoulders slumping. "Look at me." I looked up. "I am really sorry about last night. I was drunk and I needed comfort. I am really sorry", whispered softly. His expression softens as he understands. He gently takes my hand in his, careful not to make me pull away. "Hey, Sugar." His voice is gentle but firm. "First of all, you didn't do anything wrong. You were vulnerable and needed someone to be there for you." The way he is talking. This man never shouted at me. Not even when I ran out of his house. He is beautiful.

"Mhm okay" my voice was barely above the whisper. His phone vibrates on table, I saw the caller ID 'Michael' his associate. I never had a talk with him but he seems generous. He looks a bit scary. He is tall, has a scar above his left eyebrow. His blonde and curly hair suit his soft masculine face features. "Excuse me" I snapped out of my thoughts by his deep growl voice. He looks quite serious. I saw him standing up and walked out of room taking long strides.

I stopped thinking about Mikhail now but I remember the day I met him on Gracy's birthday in her lavish appartment. I saw him first time there. Standing alone with a drink in one hand when I almost bumped into him. His dark eyes met mine, his expression get softened. I reached over to take tissues but before I can pulled one his hand caught my wrist. He chuckled darkly "Sophie Grace." My eyes were widened. How did he know my name. "Y-you know my name?!" I stammerd. He leaned in closer and brushed away my hair from my face and, his grip lossend on my wrist "Let's say I have my own ways to know someone name..." He winked at me. "I am Mikhail." His name was Russian but accent is Italian. I didn't ask him anything "Are you scared Sophie?" His voice softened. "N-no" I replied. "Liar" He replied with a smirk form in his lips. "Are you Italian?" I let my intrusive thoughts win. He chuckled, "My mother was Italian and my father is Russian". I nod in a response. "Wanna dance?" He asked with a charming smile. I looked around and gave in "Yes". He was gentle, charming. I got comfortable with him. We danced all night on our favourite songs. He dropped me at my apartment.

We started dating after that. It's been three months of dating, but I know him from a year. Oh God it hurts like a hell. Please stop this God. I wipe off my tears with back of my hand and start looking at ceiling. It makes me stop crying.