LYSSOPHOBIA

6 - Colin Ritter

Tell me what its like to live a peaceful life; one where you didn't need to live by the demon shackling you neck for greed to kill, to contemplate, to hide. Tell me killing is not a normal thing an 18 year old should be doing to prove that she's worth the life given to her. Tell me the impossible things would possibly happen to me.

I have no idea what I'm doing, how I got here when all I ever wanted to do was wake up in the morning, stroll on the street, go for a shopping, probably stop in a coffee shop, book on one hand while taking my time looking at the skyscrapers, and go to sleep at night like a normal teenager enjoying the time of her life. But that one decision, that one single accidental opportunity that unveiled everything has change me.

"Do you need help with that?"

I utter no word, not likely seeming to talk with the intruder. I fall on one knee reaching my hand to tie my shoelace. This is how my life is, untied shoelaces, melted ice creams, and messy buns.

I groan at the back of my head as my finger fail to sneak the cord over the other.

"Yeah okay, you need help with that." The voice said again.

There was no mistaking the amusing in the tone as the figure bend down with unwavering hand seizing the shoelace. "How do you find it hard to tie this thing when your hand is swift with a sword?" Colin Ritter has his eyes on my measly sneakers. 

"You know what's dangerous about a woman?"

I watch his fingers fiddled with a knot easily for 8 seconds, 9 seconds before standing up. I hold my breath, listen carefully to anything else but the odd tik-tok somewhere at the corner of my mind. 

Is it possible to impede implication that this has?

Looking at Colin Ritter is like looking to an hourglass. If I would to describe his appearance, his manifestation doesn't count the perfect inches of the measurement of a well-sculpted face by a god; he seems so real. His face structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical - a surreal feature a man wouldn't be able to extract into something unquestionable portrayal. 

He has the kind of face that stopped you on your tracks and is afraid to look further because of a nonchalant softness.

Though what's really hooking were his eyes. People would often speak that life is within the eyes and his were a pale golden brown like autumn leaves from the transition of summer and winter.

His body is not mediocre type either because of the lean and virile edges, he's no doubt the typical boy-next-door.

His expression turn to a friendly boyish grin and he was searching for my face.

"A woman is dangerous when she is armed with a Katana in broad daylight." He pause. "But she's irresistibly addictive when she is armed with beauty and mystery."

1 second, 2 second, give me 365 days to watch an hourglass fill its other half and sink me at the bottom before I run out of time til I'm crone. What words do I pick for his sudden change of disposition?

I was told I was dangerous...

I asked why?

He say. "Because you don't need anyone."

That's when I wonder how I look like smiling in front of someone breathing next to me.