F.A.L.L

F.A.L.L

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I was just about to raise my head again, I needed to see where I was heading. Instead I bounced back, almost falling, as I crashed into someone. My eyes closed as I bowed down in apology. The words stumbled in total chaos as my mind went off the railings and spread like butterflies. “I’m sorry, I really am. I should have been watching were I was going. I didn’t mean it, my fault. It’s just my fault and I’m really sorry so please forgive me?” I ended the whole apology with a question mark. I mentally slapped myself for each word that managed to escape between my lips. Pathetic, foolish, that’s what I am. There was no need for acting like this. It wasn’t like I’d run into a king from the medieval age. But then, something else slapped me… This scent… I stiffened; my mind froze as I realized what it was, where it came from. My muscles failed to obey. I didn’t want to face this, still my body straightened up and my eyes trailed a tall, slender body. It felt like my gaze followed the couture of the muscles that was barely visible through his black t-short. I ended staring into two lime green eyes of total indifference. The dark brown eyebrows raised on his forehead, asking me what the hell I was doing.
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I used to think I was living the life people only dream about. Everything looked perfect on the outside - the smiles, the success, the routine that gave me comfort. I had the freedom, the admiration, and the illusion of happiness. I truly believed that this was it - the life I had worked so hard to build, the one everyone else wished they had. But then he came into my world - unexpected and uninvited, like a storm that doesn't ask permission before it breaks everything in its path. He was unlike anyone I had ever met. A man cloaked in mystery, always quiet, always observing, like he carried the weight of a thousand secrets. People knew his name, admired him from a distance, but no one really knew him. And he liked it that way. He wasn't kind in the way the world expects. He wasn't soft or gentle. He didn't chase approval, and he didn't waste time pretending. His world was cold and guarded - his heart only opening for the few he truly cared about: his family, and the rare souls he dared to love. And yet, somehow, I was drawn to him. Not just to his mystery, but to the way he made me feel - like I was no longer the polished, perfect version of myself I had grown so used to pretending to be. Around him, the mask I wore for years slowly cracked. I started seeing pieces of myself I didn't know existed. He turned my world upside down. He didn't just make me feel - he made me question everything. Who I was. What I wanted. Who I was pretending to be. I became someone I no longer recognized - not the girl with the perfect life, but someone raw, confused, aching for something real. He didn't just enter my life. He changed it. He changed me.

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