"I said maybe, you're gonna be the one
that saves me and after all,
you're my wonderwall."
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He watched her from afar, nothing but exchanged looks and little conversations.
Wonderwall. won-der-wall, (adj) someone who you find yourself thinking about all the time. The person who you're completely infatuated with. —•—
And this was his case, pure infatuation and attraction. It was rather both, mentally and physically.
Physically, she got him craving her sometimes begging for closeness and pleasure and he'd caught himself ever so often thinking of how it would feel with her. Making up erotic dreams about the only human that he'd forbid himself from, releasing his frustration into paintings that turned out a bit too dark and sexual
But it displayed his emotions perfectly, it displayed his inner thoughts that were always kept muffled inside because he never really liked to share anything
Mentally, he didn't know much since he never once had a decent conversation with her but what he knew was enough.
She had a beautiful mind, so mature and sophisticated along side of her writing skills that he always noticed the college professors gush about, which got him curious— he wanted to read her writings one day
He didn't need to know much or dive deep to realize how infatuated he was with such beauty, he barely knew her but there he was letting her image invade his thoughts.
Which is why he was left mostly scared and confused. What happens if he got close? She was like poison, it takes control over your whole body, your mind. It dominate it and it spreads through every bone, every vein.
It was dangerous and surely it'll be for him a road of self destruction with a dead end.
She wasn't the only one dangerous to him, he was too because he'll hurt her. Because he's unattached to his feelings, not being fully connected to what he truly feels.
Coward—his mind whispered
And yes he was coward, but he's also aware, aware and fully awake to not let any sort of connection happen.
Even though he wanted it badly— he wanted her badly.
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—R o s e ; [6:25pm]
Golden hour—when the sun settles transforming into a burnt orange as it blends with the sky adding a dash of violet.
It was a beautiful time, It was my favorite time as it was reminder that the universe was still beautiful even if a lot of cruel people ruined it, making it dull.
![—R o s e ; [6:25pm]](https://img.wattpad.com/eb2c3f0c13f766c2ea1e82adce82532c1f5e1901/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3031784c7355676b543534734f673d3d2d3632303635393633352e313538313132383438303366323365303538323133393336333037372e6a7067?s=fit&w=720&h=720)
