Voices

C12. shooting stars

shooting stars

My eyes widened as he walked closer, suddenly feeling self conscious, the confidence that I recently adopted faded away, leaving me back to stage one, my old, shy, anxious self. He steps towards me until his body was just inches away from mine, our arms slightly brushing over each other's as I feel his breath down my neck that sent shivers down my spine. His height towered over mine, covering my entire view of the crowd behind him, the crowd that send my head spinning in circles, the crowd I didn't want to see. His presence slowly made me feel at ease, my stiff shoulders relaxing back to its normal position as the need to escape slowly faded away, like he was my security guard, my own protector.

I look up to meet the eyes of my saviour, his eyes already staring at my teal ones, watching me as I shyly faced him, giving him the answer he was craving. Studying his eyes now in a closer view, his green eyes swirled with speckles of yellow and blue, like the sky and sun shining into the dark forest, giving it life, giving it purity. The inner parts of his eyes hazel, making me feel the warmth that radiated off his physical being, subtly drawing me closer to him, needing his guide, needing his direction.

Suddenly, he took my hand, fingers moulding itself perfectly to fit each other's as he gently pulled me to the dance floor. Before I knew it, we were one, parallels, dancing perfectly coordinated with the other, as my hips swayed to the slow music that the speakers have now changed to. I looked around as I blended in with everyone else, seeing people slowly drag their other halves into the middle, wanting their touch, wanting to restore the connection that they may have started losing or strengthening the love they have for one another.

"Man, you look amazing", Hudson said, his eyes turning darker, his charming and innocent yellow and blue speckles slowly disappearing into the sea of forest. His deep voice caught my breath, sending sparks throughout my entire body.

"Thank you. You look good too." I replied, drowning in his perfectly symmetrical build and lean muscles that peeked through his blue buttoned down shirt and black jeans. He looked like someone who just finished a photoshoot: hair gelled back and face showing no emotions, even though his eyes was swirling with curiosity and adoration.

Voices started swarming into my head, tossing my thoughts aside. This is just in your imagination, one voice said. Why would someone like him want someone like you, another questioned? Realising that he probably didn't like me and most likely just wanted someone to give him the attention he desired, someone vulnerable and persuasive like me, I doubted myself and tried removing the attraction that I had with him, to try and empty the little memories I had of him, from the fountain to the time he lifted me up after my embarrassing fall.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, eyes filled with concerns and lips thin and straight, portraying a puzzled look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just need to get some air" walking away from the whole situation, wanting to escape from the closeness that would have influence my thoughts, the guy that distracted me from the truth, the version of my reality.

As I walked out ready to escape from the party, from the suffocating and chaotic atmosphere, I saw someone sitting on the couch alone, the moonlight shining directly on his face, his dark brown eyes glowing and his soft, striking hair like black tourmaline, reflecting the light that shone through the corners of the front door. As if he felt my presence, he turned to face me, observing my facial expression first, searching for an answer to my sudden change of attitude, then proceeding to look me up and down, studying my dress that perfectly hugged my curves, that shaped my figure, like he was unravelling me through his eyes. His look excited my heart, melting the exterior wall I build up to protect myself, he made me soft. As I watched him, I noticed his eyes shifting from brown to hazel, golden sparkles dancing like shooting stars, wild yet mysterious. His lips were tilted downwards, showing a look of disapproval, maybe even jealousy?

Then the realisation hit me, did he see me and Hudson dancing? Can't be, why would he care if I danced with somebody else? What is he trying to figure out?

Before I could go up to him, my head full of questions, an emptiness filled the position that he was just sitting on, leaving me dumbfounded, still processing what just happened.

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Love Scarlett Jade ;)