The Silent Game

Chapter 1

I closed my eyes, letting myself be comforted by the sighs of the wind and the creaking noise of the chains being strained as I made a swinging motion with my legs urging myself to go higher and higher so I can be face to face with the heavens. The moon was in its full glory and the cloudless sky was revealing endless shimmering stars, watching with the promises of eternity in its wake. I was in a secluded playground at a very unpleasant hour. I knew sneaking out was a very very bad idea, especially with the terrifyingly high possibility of encountering a not so friendly person with a fetish for chainsaws and mutilated body parts. 

It couldn't be helped though, the night had been calling out to me - as ridiculous as that sounded - cooing sweet words to me, asking me not to be afraid of the dark but rather to relish in its serenity and freedom. Usually I wouldn't have the nerve to do this but there was just something different that I couldn't quite place. My instincts have lured me and I was helpless, carelessly heeding to it while knowing full well of what might be the consequences.

Now here I am in a deserted playground, wondering where my common sense had gone off to (lounging in the Bahamas, maybe).

I should probably go home. 

With that thought, I let the calm wash over me for one last time then I slowed the swing until it came to a full stop. I stood up, stretched my limbs, then started walking while putting my senses on high alert. I mean I may be a bit of a daredevil but I still would like to keep my life, thank you very much.

Just as I was rounding a corner of a particularly desolate street, I saw a flash of movement. A small and faint movement that if it wasn't for my paranoia I wouldn't have seen it. I waited, like the dumb bitch in the horror movie, I fucking waited as if it was the obvious choice of action. Must be my sleep deprived brain working its wonders yet again. 

There was no movement afterwards, a certain stillness that doesn't feel unsettling. It was as if whatever it was had been saying sorry for disturbing the peace and that it didn't mean to make a noise at all. I face-palmed myself. 

Great, a noise. Saying sorry.

Okayyyy me, turn the fuck around and stop being delusional. We need to go home and get some much needed sleep. You're getting way over your head.

And so I turned and looked straight ahead taking slow steps, one at a time. Slowly but surely.

Oh fuck it.

I turned back and went to where the noise came from which was coincidentally*note the sarcasm* comes from some sort of a woodsy place. Why the hell am I going inside a forest at 2 something in the fucking morning?!

It was a good thing that the moon was illuminating everything, making it much easier to navigate through. I went further in, going deeper into the woods letting my feet lead me to god-knows-where.

This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This. Is. A. Bad. Idea.

THIS. IS. A. FUCKING. BAD. IDEA.

There's something terribly wrong with my head.

My steps were cautious and I was trying my best to lessen the crunching noise of my feet meeting fallen branches and dried leaves when suddenly I stumbled on a thick root that I hadn't seen because duh, it's dark and my eyes doesn't have night vision nor was I prompted to bring night vision goggles. 

Oh fuckity fuck, my limbs hurt like a bitch. I will definitely make sure this doesn't happen again, (why is it even happening the first place?!) I got up, a groan escaping my lips as I try to brush off the things that had decided to stick to my clothes and hair when suddenly my ears caught a faint sound of something, like a constant brushing hum. I went closer to where it was, hoping I was going to the right direction until I found myself catching my breath at the sight that beholds me. I recognize the sounds coming from the soft waves that were crashing against each other. The water caught the light of the moon reflecting it in little sparks like fairies dancing to the music coming from the gentle caresses of the wind and the waters as if seeking to rival the gleam of the stars.

At the corner of my eyes a little far off to the side, I noticed a figure sitting on a particularly large rock near the brook. I moved closer to the figure while making sure to remain unseen only stopping until I could clearly see him.

He was just sitting there, like a statue but even unmoving I couldn't help but be enraptured by him. There was just something so regal and ethereal about him like a timeless being of beauty. He was art in every meaning of the word, caught in an eternal moment and I'm this girl helplessly hopelessly staring at him like the fool that I am. 

I've never felt so mundane in my whole life. His hair was in unruly waves darkened by the night but the parts of his hair that was bathed in the moonlight hint a lighter color. Blonde...

He was long but not lanky, wearing a white polo and slacks I could see that he has muscles. There was a grace to his body and a strength to it as well, so effortless in a way that was enviable and swoonworthy. 

His face was a perfect masterpiece as if carved from the finest and by the best of sculptors.

His eyes, oh god, his eyes was of molten silver and liquid silk that hold infinities so unreachable I'm sucked into it. His eyes were filled with so much emotions that were overflowing in its capacity as if a dam had been broken loose. I've caught him in a vulnerable moment. A moment that should be private but here I am with feet that have no plans of leaving anytime soon.

My heart had decided to pump erratically now as if it's telling me of a secret that only it knew and I'm left trying to control myself, at the emotions flooding me just by looking at him until a surge of longing course through me, telling me to go to him, closer and feel his warmth around me. I felt intoxicated and I don't think it's my sleepiness taking its toll on me because right now I feel awake and alive like I've never been before. 

I found my mate!!!!! 

Ha!

Kidding.

Almost got you on that one, didn't I? (This ain't wolfy fiction, sorry to disappoint.)

The inner battle with myself took a pause when I found him moving from his spot making me do the first thing that came on my mind which was to hide under a bush (lame, I know) as he surveyed his surroundings like it was only then did he became aware of reality. I waited as I watched him went off to somewhere, even when I was very sure that he was gone I took a couple of minutes to gather the mess that was unfortunately me, then I went home afterwards with nothing in my mind but the guy with the silver eyes that haunted and irritated me not only in my dreams but in my waking hours as well.

I'm in utter deep shit, aren't I?

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