Strange meetings
The night was freezing.
The cold air whipped a frenzy around me, the wind biting at any uncovered parts of my body. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me and cursed myself for wearing only a t shirt, jacket and jeans but I was nearly home. In just a few minutes I would be home, and warm, and safe. I glanced nervously around feeling the hairs on my neck prick up uncomfortably, but no one was there. No one was even around, I shivered nervously but not from the cold. My dad's constant lectures about the dangers of streets at night had left me terrified every time I was on my own in the city. You'd have thought murderers stalked every corner. I scanned one more time, I had been so sure that someone, something was watching me...
Suddenly my foot was burning in icy cold wetness. I stared down at it, cringing in the pain. It had been snowing on and off for the last two days and the streets were covered in dirty snow slush. No one had the time on the energy to sort it out. It was just too cold.
I pulled my foot out of the pile feeling it numb as I pulled it out and shivering harder. The whole shoe was sodden and filthy and freezing. I put one foot in front of me stiffly and tried to walk it off, as I carried on through the never ending maze of roads I felt the eyes upon me again. I turned round, but saw nothing. I stood completely still, my eyes fixed on where I was sure I had felt a cold stare on me and listened but only hearing the chattering of my purple lips and the wind blowing icily around me sending my hair whipping into my face. Then I felt a droplet of water land on the end of my nose, and another, and another. I looked up and saw white snow darting to the ground from nowhere, just the immense mass of the sky. The bruised purple skyline was completely clear aside from the lights of a thousand stars which lit up the sky like tiny beacons of light held up in the air by some unknown force. I smiled, I had never seen stars like this. Even out of the city stars were never so bright, or so perfect. Stars like this were so rare that I knew that they had been put up there just for me. Just for us. Feeling the eyes on me again I looked down again and in front of me, and that's when I saw him. The most important person for me then. Maybe the most important person in my life, ever. Just stood there, watching me with cool, engaging eyes.
I stepped forward nervously, trying to walk on normally but my mind was racing. How long had he been there? How long had I know he was there, more like, because I was sure that I had felt him long before I had ever seen him. He was stood opposite me at the street kerb his body immersed in the orange light of the street lamp above his head. He had appeared from nowhere, out of the darkness like some kind of perfect shadow creature and he stood completely still, staring at me with piercing, mesmerizing, beautiful eyes. He slowly began to walk towards me and I felt my blood turn to burning lava, my breathing slow and my heart thump almost painfully in my chest in anticipation. I watched him walk towards me, each step more scary, more exhilarating than the last. When he stopped, about three paces away from me I felt near to fainting but I kept my eyes steadily staring at him 'hi' he said, in a voice almost as beautiful and perfect as he was.
For a second I was too stunned to speak. It was too amazing. My eyes studied his face, taking in every perfect feature. He was gorgeous, but that didn't describe how amazing he looked properly, he had dark, lidded eyes and dark hair the exact same shade, longer than I usually liked but it suited him. Anything would suit him. He looked about sixteen, I guessed and he was so... perfect. Like he had stepped straight out of a daydream, my daydream. He smiled at me, a smile so amazing that I knew even if I saw it all day, everyday I would never get tired of it because it was his smile and he was smiling at me. Just for me. I felt so wrapped up in just that amazing smile that the rest of the world disappeared. Just me and him, alone. I tried to smile back, but even my lips were nervous and trembling with anticipation.
