I was sitting on my favorite bench near our hundred year-old Acacia tree when a stranger suddenly approached me and sat.
The boy was tall, skinny, and white. He smiled as he moved his belly towards me. I was scared, ofcourse. Why would an anonymous man do such a thing?
His hand stretched right up to my face, and I started getting away when suddenly, I fell down from the tip of my seat as there was no balance. I closed my eyes, waiting for my head to bump the ground, but I found myself pressing his chest from above. My body was trembling. I can’t move as I felt the warmth of his skin.
He was still smiling happily and cute. He lifted us up while I watch him closely, but realized that his face was blurry. Do I know this guy? Even if I don’t, I still find him very attractive. The feeling was mutual, as I saw his eyes staring at my reddish lips.
I grabbed his chin and attached my mouth into his. It was not that weird, though. What’s weird is that I think I’m used to this. I used to press this skin unto mine, and the last thing that I saw was a flash of white light hurting my eyelids.
It was the sun, glowing so bright on a late afternoon. I shook my head, stretched my arms and cleared the corner of my eyes. My body was awakened, and I saw no one except the tree where we used to make our sweetest memories, and the bench where I always wait for him to come back to me.
- 빈셀 💗
