A scar forever

Chocked

Everyone can make a change, why not start today?

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He was so close, I could hear him breathing.

He stod there, with his blue eyes watching over every step I tooked, over every move I made. I was feeling sick. I tooked a step against him, then he tooked a step back. We didn't say anything, just watched each other. He watched deep in to my green eyes, it felt like he was watching my brain. His look was cutting into me, all I wanted was to scream.

I wasn't afraid, he was nothing to fear, he was just a man in the mirror.

I didn't knew where I was, or what I did there, but I recognized the room. It was grey walls, a black roof, and wodden floor. There was a mirror on the right wall, and a plante in the left corner. There was three paintings on the wall infront of me, one was of a old woman. I didn't knew who she was, or where I've seen her before, but somehow, it felt like I know her. The next painting was sitting a little bit lower, and to the right. It was all black, nothing at all on it, just black. The last painting was sitting to the left, still a little bit lower. That one was white, nothing on that one either, just white. There was a green couch against the left wall. There was no windows in the room, just lamps hanging down from the roof.

I was standing in the middle of the room, looking at him. I was breathing slowly, I saw his chest moving fast, like he just had a run. When were I going to tell him the truth?

He raised his hand and putted it against my chin. I closed my eyes. He was still holding his hand on my chin while he tooked a step forward, his head was now just a few centimeters from mine.

His hand was soft. He made slowly movements when he moved his hand from my chin down to my cheek. My heart started to pump faster, I knew that this was what I wanted, I knew that this was what he wanted. He was still looking into my eyes. No words was needed, he talked to me throught the eýes.

The light started to light down, he tooked my hand and went against the couch. I followed him with tiny steps, hoping that this will end good.

We slowly sat down, he were sitting so he could see me. Once again he cough my eyes, and looked deep into them. His mouth was open, not much, just a little. Was enough for me to feel his wounderful breath. It smelled good, like mint, just like he brusthed his teeths before he met me. He didn't breath fast anymore, now it was slow and calm. He lent against me to hug me, my heart jumped up and down like crazy. His head were lent against my shoulder, and mine against his. This was perfect.

We sat there for a pretty long time, until I let go. He looked at me, then at my lips. He licked his own, then he started to lean against me again. He putted his forhead against mine. I closed my eyes, I knew what was going to happen.

I sat up fast, the beeping from my clocked scared me. I was almost chocked when I saw myself in the mirrow. And then I realised, it wasn't real, it was only just a dream...