"You know this person?" She asked to you.
My heart clenched as my gaze never left your beautiful caramel brown eyes, anxiously waiting for you to reply her question.
My head flooding with nothing other than the images of how I have touched your ski...
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A new month. A new begining.
A new begining of unending works, loads of assignments, class tests project works and seminars. Not to forget the cartooning I was assigned to do for the campus newspaper every week. I barely got free times nowadays.
I focused more on cartooning, as I knew it will have to first undergo your inspection before it gets imprinted on the newspaper. I was nervous, afraid.
What if you didn't approve my works? What if your eyes find them dull? What if it fail to impress you? What if 'I' fail to impress you? You were the one who handled me with this position, so what if I didn't stand up to your expectation level.
So I kept pushing myself further and further, doubting my own drawing skills, unsatisfied with myself as I pressurized my hands and brain both day and night.
To be honest, I didn't care about the freaking newspaper. I mean, why should I?
All I cared was how you are gonna judge my work, my drawings.
Life was good. But now.....I felt like I'm caught up in the middle of a silent storm, the storm being you.
Sweet lord, things you were doing to me my love. But oh, you had no clue about that now, did you?
I literally had to re-think a hundred times before I even dared to submit my final works on your table in the newsroom, a given studio like room for our team to work peacefully on the weekly paper. Whenever I did, all I got to see was a empty chair and a table loaded with every files and varieties of pen which belonged to you.
But you.....you were never there.
Seemed like you preferred to work alone than be watched by several eyeballs.
I understand, for you barely got any privacy. Your reasons for the avoidance of people were pretty obvious.
Yet, you never turn your head away from your responsibilities, for I've noticed you taking glimpses at the newsroom, checking that are the other members taking their assigned jobs seriously. You would assure yourself and dash away in a blink of an eye. So strange & arcane.
Good for me anyways. I'm still young and I've no intention of dying with a cardiac arrest. That much intoxicating was your presence. Dark & desiring. Yet, warm & dreamy. A potent spell dipped in dark chocolate.
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It was past four of the evening. Gathering the hardcopies of my final works, I rushed into the newsroom. My navy blue bag bouncing at my back as I ran in a hurry. Reaching at the door, I peeked in through the glass frame, and saw your seat empty, as usual.
Breathing in relief, I opened the door producing a slight creak sound. Surprisingly, no other members were present. Usually a fistful of writers occupied their seats at this point of time with their unfinished articles, killing the keyboards with their fingers.
