the god that she'd seen all over campus, the one she'd wanted
to meet for so long. the one who determined her moods.
if she'd confided any of this to a friend, she would be considered
obsessed, and definitely mad. but she had no friends, and she
already knew she was mad. well, it only made sense, right?
she was a creative genius, she reasoned, which excused her madness.
and just then, she saw something which made her heart leap into her
throat, and which made the tattered shreds of sanity about her fall
away....
they looked up at the same instant. their eyes met, caught, held....
2 people on opposite sides of the room, 2 people who'd felt the same
longing, desire, despair, for so long. 2 people who'd lived through
those feelings alone, hopeless to the fact that there was anyone else
like them, that there was anyone who could understand them, and love
them despite of what they saw.
and perhaps because of what they saw.
black-ringed eyes clung to black-ringed eyes, and a smoky gaze
hummed between them.
she was surprised at how he looked, for she'd never before seen his face,well,
not
from the front. always in profile. or always looking away.
she was also surprised that he met her eyes, for she'd never seen him
look into someone's face. but , jsut now, he was peering into her very
soul...
he was surprised that her expression, yes, that expression in
her amber eyes, matched what he'd felt when he'd slid into the room
a minute after the appointed time. he was surprised that she didn't
cast her eyes down, as any proper girl should, though this was
the nineties.
he was also surprised that she didn't shrink from the ice in his stare.
until he realised that there was none. he could feel his face freeze into
a masque of longing. and he didn't even know when he got up...
his eyes were glued to her face, her eyes, as he walked across the
lecture hall. the speaker turned and frowned at the young man, who was
oblivious, then shook his head and went on.
he reached her then, and held his hand out to her,
as though inviting her to a dance. her eyes never left his as she
took his hand...
go on..
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