The Woman from the Odd Place

Somethings are meant to be.

That's what I was always told.

But at that moment in time, I wouldn't have believed it. That man hardly seemed someone destined to be in my life and he certainly wasn't anyone I'd want in it either. He was cynical. Ruthless. He made me want to run and never stop.

But his eyes.

They pierced my soul with an icy blueness that spoke of peace, quiet, calmness, like a spring day in the most northern reaches of the world, where the air is as cold and frozen as the glaciers floating in the sea.

But there was the storm, too.
A swirling, angry gray that seemed to come in waves, overtaking the blue, like a powerful maelstrom.

And still he watched.

And still, I dared not move.