Moonlight And Us

Love at first sight?

The bus is crowded- much too crowded. Any more people and we'd probably combust. I, however, am one of the few lucky ones to have nabbed a seat.

As more people pile on, I clutch my coffee tighter and move my bag onto my lap, freeing the neighboring seat for an elder lady sit next to me. She gave a grateful sigh, then pulled out set of knitting needles and got to work on what looked to be an elaborate scarf.

Looking away from the colorful creation, I glance around to gauge how many more people have got on. There's the usual Wednesday lot, young mothers, overworked middle aged men, rambunctious toddlers, and the usual craz- green meets blue. Blue eyes. Beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Gorgeous, dark hair. The cheek bones, jaw line, lips.... just wow. Light stubble is scattered around on his chin, yet it's not scruffy. And then, just as I snap back from his looks, I realize that he's staring just as hard back at me.

Instead of looking away, I continue to be captivated by his eyes, and slowly raise an eyebrow in a challenge. I watch his lips curve into a responding smirk, and the staring contest begins. Suddenly all my thoughts are occupied by dry eyes, the need to blink. Don't do it, I can hold out! Any second now he'll look away and I'll win. Any second.

In the end, our gaze is broken when the crowded bus screeches to a halt, and my head smacks against the metal side of it from the force of the stop. It was a painful blow. My ears ring from the impact, and double vision sets in.

Ouch, now a headache is part of the package also. Closing my eyes out of pain, I clutch my head as wails from the child in front of me resound throughout the small space. I distantly feel the coffee falling off my lap and onto the mucked floor. Chattering voices, the child's cries, and the cars passing by outside induces a ringing in my ears and increase my headache. Pounding, incessant pressure in my head. The impact was much bigger than I originally thought.
Everything seems to be adding pressure to my head and I'm overwhelmed. Claustrophobia isn't something I've had to deal with in the past, yet it seems to be now.

Yet as promptly as it started, it stopped. I'm suddenly of aware to the light pressure on my shoulder; the fingertips lightly brushing across the naked skin where my shirt had barely slipped down. The caressing touch ceased the ache, and as absurd as it sounds the pain is just a memory now. How can one simple touch be enough to take away the previous throbbing?

I feel as though I already know who the savior is, no matter how cliché it might be. Slowly, I blink my eyes open, and am immediately met with the previous stranger's unique crystal blue eyes.