Thirty-first October.
Halloween's Day.
My Birthday.
My Near Death Day... Yet again.
Nerve-wrecking, I'm walking down the empty street. It's dark. And it's time.
Tick, tick, tick.
And my heart's racing.
Thump, thump, thump.
Not today. Please, not this year, too.
Silent prayer, to the lords above, to hear me.
Save me.
But...
It's too late.
The large truck swerves, hits the pavement.
Crashes into me. Loud. Hard.
I'm flying, away and away.
This is it.
Goodbye.
Eyes shut, waiting for my downfall.
It never comes.
Eyes still shut, waiting for all the pain.
It never comes, either.
What does come, is a feeling of security, warmth.
Eyes fluttering open, darting to the person holding me in his arms, securely, delicately.
To the shadows dancing across his face.
His hood falls, revealing his face, his eyes.
The world stills.
Mine falls apart.
Steel Grey Eyes.
The one haunting me. In my dreams, my reality, my subconscious, everywhere.
Stormy. Empty. Dead.
Yet beautiful and captivating.
Holding my gaze, staring right through me, at my soul.
Time stills, everything stops.
It's just us; lost in our world.
Something soft grazes my cheek, his ice cold fingertips.
Gently brushing away the warm teardrops escaping my eyes.
I cry harder, as unexplainable pain and guilt grips my heart.
There are voices inside my head, trying to tell me something. To... remember. But what?
They're too soft, too... unknown to me.
It hurts, not being able to understand anything, remember anything.
It hurts, my heart does.
His touch, too familiar, yet too unknown.
His presence, too close, yet too far away.
His eyes... His steel grey eyes.
Swirling with a storm of emotions, no longer empty.
Confusion, hesitation, guilt,
with hints of warmth, affection, and compassion.
But what stands out the most is his conflict, and pain.
Slowly, hesitantly, he leans down.
Kissing away my tears, peppering my face with soft pecks.
Kissing my lips.
Softly, gently, passionately, angrily.
Eliciting a fire within me, tickling my senses, numbing my mind.
