*LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO FLAME*
((flashback))
Shots of gun ranged on my ears as I dashed upstairs and burst in my room and hid beneath the bed trembling with fear. I could hear the laugh and footsteps approaching my room as I sank deeper under my bed h...
Guggenheim museum, stood bold and pretentious with it's spectacular architecture in the world.
I quickly gulped the wine contents and patiently wait for nur and her dainty boyfriend I scoffed.
When I first saw her at the hotel waiting in the reception...my life it stopped...I took a deep breath..my feeling going numb and I could feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over... quietly hearing the so called dom- fighting for the room I payed the double price..ignoring their presence I silently headed towards my hotel room.
Now I stand here alone anxiously waiting to catch a glimpse of Nur...my Nur..I know I had made some serious mistakes in the past...but I've changed over the past months..
"Hey, there lovely man.." a young brunette approached me..I give her a nice nod and moved away.
And that's when I saw her...malaki aljamil(my beautiful angel)
She looked stunning in her blue sleeveless strap silk gown..I eyes seemed to stuck as well as every eye in the room.
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Unintentionally I strolled towards her and payed my greetings to Dom and her...I stared at her...dusty black orbs vs warm honey...she quickly looked away avoiding my gaze.
"May I have the honor of the first dance with you?" I asked.
She nervously glanced at me and hesitantly nodded her head.
I took her hand in mine..the electrifying contact and guided her towards the dance floor.
"ant jamila habitata ( you look beautiful my dear)"
She gave a light smile and stood before me..I wrapped my hand to her waist and pulled her closer..her breathing got labored and I took a deep breath..
"Why are you here Asher?" She asked in a small voice.
"I.. don't know.." he stared at me.."I..I just miss you so much"
"You need to stay away from me."
" Look Nur..I know you have moved on you have great boyfriend to-"
"He's not my boyfriend..Dom..he's he's my boss..and hes a GAY!" I said
She stopped and got serious.."asher..my life is already messed up so much and and Im trying so hard so fucking hard to get hold of myself...and now you're standing in fucking front me acting like nothing happened between us!!"
I put a hand on her shoulder and grasped her.."hey..calm down..okay..let's let's just pretend for a moment..that we're strnagers dancing in a lone night"
She confusingly looked at me and they nodded." I guess I can do that" she replied after a moment.
I took a hold of her wait and her body tensed up but after a while it relaxed.i inaudibly sighed and closed my eyes moving with the musical rythm.
Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief.
3rd person pov
Music, to her, was like turning back the clock, traveling and returning to a previous life full of agony and lose. She embraced the music and in turn the music took control. She found herself in a different world. A world of pain.
Her movements flowed with a dazzling grace that took away the breath of every person in her audience. She could feel her soul become one with the music and she unleashed her emotions into her dance. She needed this as badly as she needed to breath.
Her entire being moved with a purposeful clarity. With each stride she made, it became more painfully obvious how much heart she put into her routine and how punishing it was for her.
But no one saw the tears she let roll down her face.
