I touched his gentle skin. I pulled back and found my eyes starring at his lips and the darkness surrounding us and the beauty of the dim moon light Beamed down at his face. I peered at him,the coldness of his hand touched my face I pressed my cheek against his hand. He was an angel. He mended my broken soul. I valued his touch,I craved his body i could get lost in his eyes and I'll slowly wonder down to his sweet warm lips, he made me feel alive
I would do anything to feel alive from a bare naked hug to a lit never ending fag I wanted to feel something that I lost touch with...I awoke startled a cold sweat ran down my back, The light from the street peeped though and lay on my bare pale skin. The chills from the bitter cold had me. I stumbled from my bed to the ragged stairs my feet trembled as I walked, the house talked with sounds that bounded to scare I carried on into the kitchen and poured some water into a cup then slowly went out side for fresh air. The freezing cup in my hand lay still i slowly sat and wondered about my dream, fading into the darkness with only the beam of light from the kitchen. I lit the fag that had been left in my pocket I puffed on it's toxic smoke as I stared into the distance watching the yellow glow that left at the end of the fag that have been for seen at the corner of my eye I threw the bud away and drank the cold water I quietly made my way into the house.I turned and closed the door. My reflection glimmered in the mirror as my body shuck to the bitter cold once again To clime the raged stairs then i gently lifted my hand against the door and pushed slowly to hear the likes of a Pig on her bed and the TV light Beamed on to her flopped out body. I peered at her as she loudly made her sleep clear my eyes turned down to my bed. I moved the sheets and placed my body in the warmness that still left, I closed my eyes to the pitch black and my thoughts sourced from the darkness. The dream carried on but in a different setting every touch felt like I was there, i kissed him in the bitter cold rain and his touch driving me insane and the rain drip on his lips in that memory I felt something I felt like I was actually there... my boney Fingers griping in his hair. I held my self to the memory the next day I unplugged my phone as it's glare shone in my eyes
I checked my tumblr, Instagram like normal then my phone went off the notification lay red as I pressed to see who messaged me, My body tingling with excitement my face glowed to the screen light, my face dropped it was just some text of Vodafone telling me to top up I closed the pitiful text.
I found my self looking in the mirror with frustration pulling at my pale complexion looking and picking at my imperfections. I applied my make up and got ready for the despicable day that lay before me...Then it happened I saw him the guy from my dream right in front of my haunted face. He peered at me with such confusion. I wanted to keep stumbling down the road but I stumbled into him. His gentle golden hands caught me. A touch of red lit up my pale face. I stumbled backwards and mumbled "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" my head down with brown strands of hair covering most of my face then playing with my boney fingers. He swiftly moved towards me, his hand left his side then slowly griped my chin. My head pulled to his force he stuttered to his words "your so beautiful" he moved the strands of hair that covered my face. I looked at him with disbelieve.
"What's your name" as he glared at my so called beauty, I gasped then mumbled "Lilly ronan" he pulled his hand off my face "well Lilly ronan I find you fascinating, your face gives me some clue on what your thinking, even if we've just met...i felt this rush that i've met you before" he quickly changed the subject "I forgot to tell you what my name is miss ronan, i'm channing lexton". Channing walked me to his Audi it was black and the newly polished sliver glimmered in the sun light. He rushed to the door,opened it and gently guided his hand I watched. I was continuously stunned at how this man could ever take interest in me. He insisted I get in the car to which I did then I found my self staring at him, I looked him deeply in his golden brown eyes he turned away and Focus on the road that laid in front of us.
The scenery was spellbinding, my eyes got lost in the beauty of the world. The sun beamed down on the glares that marked the cars window screen. There was this deafening silence that haunted me yet I struggled to break the silence. "Channing...." We stopped at the traffic lights with a thud he slightly turned his head "yes" he slightly peeped and carried on driving. "What interest do you take in me? Like I don't have no elegance,I'm simple like anyone else to which theirs better people than me why have you shined towards me" my voice had confusion and slightly cracked when I talked. Channing smiled so elegantly to my question and then the car stopped, I looked out of the car window the buildings glittered in the setting suns last beam. He grabbed my hand and sighed "come with me I would like you to come to dinner...you look awfully hungry"
