elysian - hariana

prologue

harry

I stared out the glass door. The sky was coal-black and the large clouds were moving everywhere. People outside ran for cover, others pulling out their umbrellas. The water fell from the sky like it always seemed to in this small town, drip by boring drip, with little excitement.

The smell of coffee was captivating to me. If it wasn't for the coffee, I'd have no identifiable personality whatsover. I was sat down on a tiny desk, in a coffee shop, my pen out as I was about to sketch, set up in my usual scenario.

I'm infatuated with the thought of illustrating exquisite figures, such as the lady sitting at the counter of this local shop. I was attracted to the way she would tuck strands of her loose hair when she would laugh, or when she would smile at every soul who would come inside. Everything about her was appealing and I just couldn't help but gaze at her delighted spirit.

I lightly trace light circles gently on the blank pages of my journal, making sure to emphasize perfectly every feature of her delicate figure. Her hazel eyes matched with her dainty lips. Her hair golden brown, stopping just above her elbows. I was so drawn to her, just not finding my place on trying to speak with her, even if it was just for a minute.

Her last name, Grande, shown in perfect handwriting pinned on the left part of her chest, was so opposite to her. She was petite, and so beautiful. How could I ever bring myself to speak which such a flawless woman.

I looked down at my journal, tracing my hand through the sketch I had just made. And though I have just finished her head shape and her eyes, it had already seemed peerless. I closed the pages of my tiny book, setting it aside. I took a sip of my coffee, one that I had wished was served by her, but wasn't.

I had just noticed her now, in my countless of years in this coffee shop. I wonder how I've never caught a glimpse of her before. My focus was in a complete halt, my breath hitched, when I saw her pacing... pacing towards me. I have never been so attracted to a woman, and now that woman was nearing me.

"Do you need any help, sir? I just... I caught you staring and I thought you needed anything.", she asks, my head shaking as I stare at her. I had never imagined her voice to be that angelic, and up until now, it was still ringing in my ears. I must sound like a creep right now, a cheesy creep, but I don't really mind, and I don't think I ever will.