Small bites

meeting him

It was when I saw him, everything changed. He was beautiful; unlike me. He was perfect; unlike me. He looked shocked -obviously- and then a small, soft and cute smile formed. The smile would be forever imprinted in my memory.

His brows joined together in confusion, while I blinked repeatedly. I felt like my whole body was being sucked. Every inch of my body was pulled and released and then pulled again. It felt like a million small vacuum-cleaners were sucking at my skin.

I continued blinking, confused at how low I was running on energy. My brain got hammered and that dented my decision making skills. I could see his confusion, mirroring mine. He took a step towards me, thinking things through. My blinking-speed reduced and my eyes remained closed half the time. My whole body swung from side to side, almost in a alcohol-induced dancing state.

This time, he ran towards me. I smiled at him and closed my eyes, feeling the impact of hitting the ground.

He was worried sick. His eyes no longer playful and no longer their light green. His face held mortification. He kept looking at me and then around, screaming. He kept asking me to keep my eyes open. He kept shaking me. But, I couldn't help inviting the darkness when I felt so weak; my heart beating at a really unnatural rate, my head throbbing and my limbs shaking.

That were last things I noticed, before I fell asleep.