As he walked along the corridor, his husky voice surrounded the place. I wondered the feeling of him saying my name and the way his words rolled in his mouth. The way he walked as if he owned the path he surpassed. The moment when he stretched back his shoulder and his muscles flexed like a hunk man on movies. He took his long strides against the shiny floor and his walk was captivating. All of a sudden, I was caught off guard, his glistening eyes gazed at me. I could say that magic existed in his eyes. I wished I was able to hold back his gaze but it was just too overwhelming and surprising. His stare was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb. It seemed that he came from an explosion. Bad as the gangster on stories but he has his soft side. His aura was exclusively seen in most girls in the crowd. His presence was indeniably known and felt by all. Even if he wouldn't, he selfishly tore my heart open when it wanted him only inside. He was poisonous and it killed me that he was.
