The Unwritten Rule : Of Life

Chapter 8 : Prince Charming

I had actually broke down crying in front of a complete stranger .
I had never done this before .
Well apparently everything that doesn't happen to me , happened to me today and all at once . I felt terrible...

I wanted to run .
I wanted to hide.
I wanted to just disappear and take every single thing that serves as a reminder of me, away ... so it would be as if I never existed .
I wanted to cry until I completely forgot why I was crying...

Wanting to forget anger , pain and solitude is what drives people to the brink of insanity , until someone gives them that final push ... and then they fall into the depths of insanity , by wanting to consistently hurt themselves and others around them .

It's as if you are a fragile piece of glass that shattered and everyone who tries to pick up the pieces gets hurt in the process of doing so ...

Once you get hurt , you want others to sympathise with you or you would want to be left alone by yourself.

Being left all alone and being alone , are two different situations with very different meanings , in which one calls out for help and the other wants time to heal .

Healing is a process that requires love , attention, caring, sympathy and most of all support and I found all of that in the person right in front of me...

Before I could react , I was engulfed in a warm but yet very protective hug...

Now I'm starting to think that this was all his fault because if I had not looked up into those comforting , warm , caring and gentle orbs, I am sure as hell that I would not be in this position right now .

In retrospect to everything that just happened to me , Mr. Unknown felt known to me .
It's like Déjà vu ...
Everything about him is practically screaming in my face ...Déjà vu... right from his mesmerizing eyes , his perfectly symmetrical face , his lips to his chiseled jaw line and going futher down, a body of... as Elowen would say ' a Greek God ' .

If I honestly was not crying , for some very odd reason I feel as if I would be miles away from him...

He was sort of ... intimidating in a good way , I suppose .
I don't even know what that is supposed to mean .
This is indeed very contradictory . ' Intimidating in a good way ' is something that I did not think about . I seriously need help or so I think....

I wonder if he could help , then again let's not think of that at all ...
Now let us all pause to the point that while I was crying , I was actually having really long thoughts ... and not to mention that I have no clue to where my chai latte went off to .

Point Blank .

Full Stop .

Real Talk.

I actually stopped crying ... to ask him... where is my chai latte . I am pretty sure that I sounded like one of those adorable kids who cry when they get a ' boo-boo ' .

Then I felt his grip on me tighten, while my face was buried in his chest .

One thing is certain out of everything that just happened , which is that his tight fitting v-neck shirt was completely tear stained ...
And it literally ' feels ' as if he doesn't mind that at all .

' It's right here ... sweetheart. ' , he said that so gently , it was almost just above a whisper.
He sounded extremely alluring .
I could not tell , if he was talking about himself... or my chai latte anymore.

'Awwwww , that was sooooo sweet , why couldn't you be like that to me , when we were dating ' , which was immediately followed by a slap on the arm and that sound was loud enough to snap me out of what ever trance I was in .