Sol & Luna [ o.h/u.c. ]

sol ; 5

Our eyes met.

I am a student assistant in the library, being a scholar and all, when she came up to my desk. She lifted her head and then we just stared at each other.

It's like the whole world stopped for us, for this moment to happen. She was so close to me and I had to remember how to breathe. In and out. In and out.

I wanted to speak to her, to utter just one word, any word. But I was just so mesmerized by her that I forgot everything.

She was so beautiful, God, she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was cut short now, falling in small waves just above her shoulder and her eyes weren't dull and hopeless. They were full of light and wonder and her lips were the color of a rose that just started to bloom and I could just kiss her right then and there.

Wait.

What am I thinking?

Kiss her? I couldn't. She would hate me.

She probably hates me.

It's why she never spoke to me after all these years.

I mean, why would she decide to talk to me now?

I'm so stupid. How could I even think of something like that?

I should be staying away from her. That's what she'd want. After all the pain and torture she'd been through, why would she want to do anything with me?

She's so close and yet so far and it's killing me.

I looked away. I had to look away.

And it broke my heart.