As The World Goes Wild

A Beginning So Wild

I was laughing watching the flame that was slowly dousing away. It was almost beautiful and oddly relaxing. It had been an awfully long day. I was smiling like an i***t, every time I remembered that god-damned kiss. It was......something beyond words, like heaven. As if no matter how much I described my feelings, I would barely be close to describing what it was. It was like moon had settled in my nerves, sun was shining in my blood and winds were lulling my heart to sleep. In that one moment, I had touched infinity. I had touched infinity for a second, then something had pulled me back, making me want to touch it again. And that longing to touch it again was what made it divine.

I could hear the ticking of a clock, squeak of a mouse even the screeching of a train. I know I did not hear them, but I felt like I could see, smell, feel and hear every detail of this world. I could smell the rain, even when it had not showered in weeks. I could feel the warmth of the sun in the night. My own thoughts made me chuckle, with my fire companion long gone. There were only ashes left behind, with tiny streaks of red and orange amongst them.

'You can't sleep in around here. They will wake you up at the ass-crack of dawn.' A voice husky and deep caught me of guard. I turned around to be met with a face that I had never seen before. A face too soft and delicate to belong to a voice that deep. It surprised me, maybe his voice was only husky to me, because it did not seem to belong to that face. Yet they were oddly complimenting each other, the two completely opposite features of him, put together were oddly satisfying. Like how sunlight met with rain to form a rainbow.

'I am used to wake up at the most god forsaken hours. Please don't be worried about me.' I replied. It was true. The unprescribed and forbidden medicines that I was consuming had damaged my system, like a Trojan destroys a software. I was used to waking up and throwing up, waking up covered in sweat, waking up turned on and waking up with aching bones. Been there, done that all.

There was a sudden sorrow in my voice. I didn't want to be reminded of those mornings. Mornings that I had been through just that day, yet I seemed so tired of it. It did not take me long to understand that what I was doing was internally destroying me. Maybe I knew it, maybe that was the reason I continued. In hopes that they will destroy me enough. Now that I look back, things that could kill me were keeping me alive.

He smiled, rosy lips curving like cupid's bow-string. His gray eyes gleamed under the moonlight, shining like the metal chain around his neck. He was tall and built, wearing a fading white t-shirt and ripped jeans. Not the ripped jeans that we found in Forever 21 but actual genuine ripped jeans. He took a seat beside me on the ground. I stood up to grab the wood a few steps away from me. Dusk had told me that if I was staying, I might as well keep the fire. I was so engrossed in my thought I forgot to keep adding wood when it was blazing.

'I am Dimitry.' He introduced himself. Dimitry, the name went with his personality unlike his voice.

'Jensen.' I replied, my back facing him as I picked up the already tied bundle. It was getting really cold around there. I would have to borrow a jacket, I am guessing. From what Dusk told me everybody got two jackets to use that will get replaced only when they become too ripped to wear.

'I know. You are the hot topic.' He declared. Can't say that was new information. I nodded, now looking at him and throwing the wood into the shallow pit.

'I bet every newcomer is.' I answered and felt my pocket for a lighter, that Dusk gave. My hands were getting cold and wanted the fire to start its proud dance again.

'You are the first.' Though, I could not see him, I knew he had stood up to reduce the distance between us. His voice was turning thick, maybe due to the temperature or maybe because he wanted his voice to sound that way. My hand froze at its spot inside my pocket. He had come closer, his chest now lightly nudging my back and I resisted a gasp. Maybe it was a chilly wind or maybe it was a brush of his lips, but surely something crept at the side of my neck, making a pleasant sensation run throughout me.

'Back off.' I asked. I didn't realize the meaning that sentence held until it slipped from my lips.

'Try me.' He challenged. He pulled a lighter from his jacket, and flicked it until a fire was dancing on the top. I turned around to face him and see what he planned to do. In a blink, he had thrown the lighter in the pit. It burned with life again, my lips were parted in surprise at his action. He only chuckled and left.