Paradox

Prologue

The smell of a fresh day. The crisp air of the blowing wind. The children laughing and playing in their own little safe haven. Parents watching their children like hawks, making sure their precious little angles are safe and sound.

Stupid arrogant people they are. Thinking they are safe in a world like this. That's what is wrong with the world, everyone blind to the insanity that roams the streets.

The "protection" the city provides is not enough to protect these sweet, not so innocent pedestrians. Look at them, so caught up in the their own little world not to notice the bullshit world around them.

Like sitting ducks, they are the calm before the storm. They don't even know the storm to come. It's going to blind side the hell out of them, but then again it always blind sides them. So truly we will wait and see the hell to come.

It never fails to disappoint. The world that is. Since I never expect anything out of it, I'm never disappointed. It's the same with expectations. The more you expect, the more you are disappointed.

Disappointment is a funny thing. Once you get let down, it's seems to become a regular thing. The irony is, the person who disappointed me the most was the one person I cared most about.

Yes the cliché boy/man. With the piercing eyes and all. The jawline, the curly locks of hair, the dimples. Ah those damn dimples got me every time, I was always a fool for those dimples of his that added on to the deathly smile.

He was the poison that fueled my fire. I was sarcastic and quick-witted. He was the cheeky, dangerous, intimidating, boy that didn't showed emotion. We were the oxymoron couple. The truthful lies, cold fire, warm ice. I was cold to the touch and he was warm as the devil.

That's how we worked, that's how everything fit so well like a fucked up puzzle. Everything perfectly not falling into place, where it's so imperfect it makes it perfect.

He was the perfect definition to paradox. Harry styles was paradox, is paradox. He was my own little paradox.