TRYST IN MOONLIGHT

Shattering sound of the glass came followed by a loud manly shriek, Which calmed him down a bit and his countenance grew flat again, he was staring blankly in the dark outside the window. Seemed like he was unaware of the injuries on his bleeding hand which he had punched in glass window a few moments ago. It was a rainy night of September in Amsterdam. Evenings of Amsterdam add a strange melancholia when someone is alone. And Casper had been all alone since childhood after the death of his parents in a tragic accident. The rainy storm was growing more fierce and Casper's eyes were so fixated outside the window that it seemed as he had broken all the associations from this world and had gone into some other world. It seemed like everything there was inanimate and the sound of blowing wind was the only sign of life there. The only source of light in that dark place was the lightening up of his right sharp jawline caused by the lightning bolt in sky appearing again and again.He had been standing here in his dark room from the past two hours, resting his forearms in the window frame with sleeves of his black silk shirt rolled back with a golden wrist watch having a big dial in his right hand, his curly messy hair covering half of his forehead making him look more handsome, his green coloured eyes capable of making anyone lost in them but they were too red due to binge drinking, the shirt had all the buttons open revealing his broad muscular chest, he was wearing black pants and standing bare footed near the window. His shoes were thrown in different corners of room, the bedsheet was dragged down on floor. The room was chaotic.