Fire and Ice
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MatureComplete Sun, Jan 10, 20216h 55m
As he slowly approached the bench overseeing the vast body of water, glittering over the moonlight, he noticed a slim figure standing closer to the edge of the coast. Facing away from him. Dressed in a thin blue, floral printed dress, stood a woman. Her long silky black hair blowing softly as the wind picked up, some loose black curls bouncing against her lower back. She crossed her arms across her chest, rubbing her delicate fingers over her upper arms which were barely covered by thin sleeves. A surge of lust rushed through him and he envisioned what it would feel like to have those fingers rub against his skin. And then another emotion erupted in his chest as he got a little closer, realizing that the girl was shaking. A sudden, all consuming surge of protectiveness filled him as he watched her. Without even seeing her face. A complete stranger.
He immediately stopped in his tracks, confused as to what was happening to him. Why was he so tormented at the sight of this stranger. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he thought of retracting back to his car. It was already so late and his Ana must be worried. He had left without telling her where he was going, his mind disturbed with scattered thoughts that he was never able to understand. He looked around the place, noticing the eerie silence that consumed the gloomy atmosphere, before his eyes made their way back to her. Again his chest constricted at the sight of this stranger, making it hard to breath. He abruptly turned away, confused and annoyed. He was only able to take a step before he stopped. Concern and curiosity filled his mind and he looked back at her. Still standing, her back straight, hair blowing, hugging herself, silently weeping.
"F*** it" he whispered to himself, before approaching her.
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