The Warning

Strange feeling for strangers~ Selena

Third Person POV

Love is blind. Our love was always blind.

We were soulmates that weren't meant to be together.

Our eyes were bandaged by love; leading us to fall blindly. We couldn't see each other's flaws or how that smile did not quite reach the eyes.

Its true, love is blind.

You fall in it not knowing the unknown. Falling in love is taking a leap of faith.

Trust me, I speak from experience.

I leaped. I reached love. I experienced love. I felt love.

I just didn't hold onto it.

Selena

We were now standing next to each other on the balcony in the backyard.

Besides the noise coming from the first floor where the ball was being held, it was so quiet outside.

Silence that I welcomed as the moment we were in dimmed it worthy.

Both our eyes turned to the sky lighted up by the scintillation of a thousand stars. The fresh air trying to release my tightly tied hair; only managing to give freedom to some of the baby hairs.

Our silence did not hinder the little smiles that we have been exchanging.

It truly felt like Heaven on earth.

Those hours spent together felt like we have known each other for a lifetime.

If I wasn't a Christian, I would say that we met in our past life.

If I wasn't a Christian, I would say that he is my other half that Zeus split me from.

But due to my beliefs, I can neither believe in reincarnation nor the false gods so my explanation is that we are two humans who seem to be into each other.

"So," Nicholas breaks the silence. "Tell me about you." He says with his body turned to me now.

"Oh. What do you want to know?" I ask him, a bit too shy if you ask me.

"Anything about you. I don't mind."

"Well, I am not that interesting actually. I was born in England, um, I have been home schooled since I was young because of how much we travel. Um...um, I don't what else to tell you." I have something to tell him.

I want to tell him that I am a Christian.

But for the first time in my life, I feel embarrassed to say it out loud.

What if he isn't into Christianity? What if he laughs at me? What if he doesn't like it?

This is a first, I have never felt this way before. I was brought up to stand strong on my unshakeable ground of faith.

"Does that mean that you are leaving Paris soon then?"

"That is a situation I cannot control. It all depends with when my father closes all his deals and then we go back home."

"And where is home?" He asks with a hint of playfulness both in his tone and a little smirk on his face.

"Where I was born." I reply mimicking him as well.

"England is a country. Surely you cannot occupy all of it, no matter how many riches you have." I let out a little giggle and he just smiles.

"But you can occupy all of it if you are always moving from one house to another depending on which one is the most expensive one in the market." This time he is the one that chuckles.

"Witty. I like it." I feel my blood run hot around my cheeks; I am sure that my natural blush is overpowering the powder one at this point.

Why does he have to say that stuff without warning me.

"Okay, lets cut to the chase because I know we both want it. Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?"

There it is.

Something that my heart was secretly weeping for all this time but something that my mind was dismissing, thinking that its not possible.

Don't get me wrong, I know the worth of my beauty. The beauty that my father even praised.Once.

However, knowing that I am beautiful is only self awareness. Self awareness that I got from looking at myself through the eyes of the society.

That is not confidence. Confidence is when you know that you are beautiful whether someone comments on it or not. I am not like that.

If people never complimented my gifts, I would have never noticed them.

That is aside from the point though. Nicholas is older than me, and he is attractive. Very.

Why would he ask me out? A seventeen year old who know nothing past what the bible and her father tells her to do.

Nicholas could have anyone if he wanted to.

"Did I read the signs wrong. I'm sorry if I did...I thought you like me." This time he looks worried and a bit surprised.

"No, no. That's not it at all." I respond quickly before he takes his invitation back.

"So you do like me?" Its funny how his tone changes quickly back to playful.

"N-n-no." The stutter comes out to mock me for lying. Nicholas brings his face close to mine, if I were to make the tiniest movement, our noses would touch.

"No? Thats truly a shame because I like you." He says raising his hand to put some of my baby hairs behind my ears. I feel his hand slowly drop down to my cheek.

I want to look away.

I want to move away.

My father forbids what is about to happen. Which means that the Bible forbids it because it states that we should honour our parents.

But there is this thing inside of me. That teenage girl trapped inside my brain is kicking; she is freeing herself.

She whispers for me to let what happens, happen.

"Damn it." Nicholas crashes his lips on mine before I say anything. Not that I was going to say anything anyways.

His lips gentle on mine felt like I got something that I never knew I needed.

For once, I decide to give into temptation and mould my lips with his. My hand holding his, the one my cheek. His other arm circles around my waist.

I am doing what I know I shouldn't but I want to.

I am sure that God is not against such an affectionate gesture like this.

As soon as it started, he parts his lips from mine and flips his hand to hold mine.

"It feels strange to have such intense feelings towards someone I just met." He whispers with his forehead on mine.

I feel sorry for his neck for bearing the torture of bending in that angle.

"What are you doing to me?" He asks playing with the back of my hand with his thumb.

The question is what are you doing to me? I should not be acting this way.

"It sure does feel strange." He gives me a small kiss on my lips and smiles.

"Let's forget that we just met. I want us to spend as much time as we can together. Please?"

Will God be mad?

Will father is mad?

I don't think that God would be mad at me because he told us to love one another. That is what I am doing.

I don't think that my father would be mad because he told me to make sure that Nicholas is happy; I am sure that he is.

I also want us to spend some time together. This is the happiest that I have ever been. And he is the reason why.

I feel like myself around him, not like I'm a construction building that my father built.

Since we started talking, he has made me feel like I am someone. One of the things that I have not had the privilege to experience before.

"I want to spend my time with you as well." That brings a big smile on his face and I smile back.

"Good. Give me your phone."

Only if I hadn't given him my phone that night. Things would be different today.

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