4. The Ever-ending
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Rage.
A mountain of restrained rage I failed to notice earlier when I took it as a simple anger.
This time, the change in his eyes is unbelievably fast. Just like I saw before when they turned from gold to green. Or maybe imagined before.
How can someone have golden eyes?
His heaving shoulders cutting off any doubts about his current rage.
And now, that restrained emotion comes unhinge.
Everything happens rapidly within just a second that I don't even get the time to yelp.
Then there's no talks anymore—only action.
His hands detach from my arms and lash out to snatch my forgotten bag currently lying beside my legs. Taking it, his left hand yanks me away from the door and himself.
In a blur I bypass him, stumbling and nearly planting myself on the ground—if not for the small space resulting in me catching the wall right before my face meets the cemented ground.
An instant I whip around, not trusting him with my back anymore.
The hypnotizing hold I was in since the moment I saw his eyes, finally breaks away and I view him in a new light.
A dark light.
He clutches my bag to his chests, clearly searching for something.
For what!?
His intrusion wakes my anger and I get my answer soon.
He pries out my degree, the first things his gets his hands on. Sliding of the string from the side without even bothering to untie it, he opens my degree, nearly crushing it that I can hear it's crinkling sound.
Enough!
In order to snatch it back, I lung at him.
As if he has eyes on every part of his body, he abruptly turns away in the opposite direction without even looking at me, catching me off guard and I crash straight on his back. Loathing his tall and broad physique.
And then I freeze.
He freezes too.
Bolts. Shocks. Tingles.
So much stronger than before.
I immediately retract away from him as if scalded.
This is the second time it happened. What was that zipping feeling? I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Why?
I look up to find him still frozen.
Did he feel it too?
Shivering uncontrollablly, I slightly sidestep to observe him, only to find his face full of expressions. His thunderstruck beautiful eyes stares at the thick paper, his eyebrows soften, the tight lines around his mouth due to anger completely gone.
And he stares without blinking.
1 second.
5 seconds.
10 seconds.
15 seconds.
"What in the ever-loving hell do you want!?"
Silence.
"Huh!?"
More silence.
His frozen body standing like a statue since earlier suddenly sucks in an abrupt breath.
Then nothing.
Nothing?
And I realise.
It was me whose voice echoed around the room just mere moments ago. All the stumbling and yanking has all but filled my head with overflowing jar of furious emotions. The anger building inside me has finally exploded.
It was me.
I spoke to him.
I have never talked to someone in such a poisonous tone. Ever. Never showed my anger. But today I did just that. I showed.
To him.
Just why?
Why? Why? Why?
Will I not get any answers today?
Why am I questioning my concise today?
Why does it feel like I am battling with myself today?
Is today meant to be the end of my world?
Stumbling backward, I clutch my head in my hands, feeling light headed with all these unanswerable questions and mysterious thoughts flying inside my head.
No. Not just my head, but my entire body.
My entire soul.
I hold the fabric of my hoodie, wishing more than anything to chuck it off. Shaking my head furiously I almost trip. Almost. Losing control of my emotions, my legs give away—and I crash straight onto something.
When I don't register any burning pain, I slowly open my eyes—simultaneously feeling the warmth cushioning my head.
Gradually, something comes around my shoulder and holds, unimaginable scent hitting my senses at the fullest—only then I come to know what they are. More like, who.
Slowly, I lift my head and the scene before me fills me with astonishment.
Looking at me with something softening around the corner of his eyes, I feel his gentle stare as he securely holds me in his arms.
His arms?
He is a man.
I am a man.
Same gender.
Swallowing, I take in the sudden unprepared thought.
He stares.
And stares.
And stares some more.
He is staring at me like he's sucking everything present before him. Memorizing. Learning. Storing. Then locking it away.
But then, everything changes.
The beginning of his arrowing eyebrows and thinning lips gives away that he is back on track from wherever his mind went just moments ago. Like those two minutes where my life seems to have turned upside down meant absolutely nothing to him. And I hate him.
I hate his sudden continuous ability to change his emotions. Playing with me for something I don't understand. Feeling vulnerable and frustrated, I rip out of his arms and supsrisingly this time—he let's me go.
What in heck is this something, for goodness sake!? Please answer.
It's a scary awareness in me why I never really thought of him as a serial killer or actual kidnapper or a real bad person.
With this thought, I back away as much as the closed space allows me.
I just thought he wants something from me and I just waited to give.
No idea what and why.
Maybe because he's dressed in a perfectly ironed grey suit and had sleek black hair like a well polished lawyer or a CEO of a company. However, something in me just didn't allowed me to see him in a negative light.
For the love of why?
An abrupt lift of his right leg stops my ever going thoughts since the moment I met him, and the next step towards me completely wipes out anything lingering in my mind.
My brain only comes out to focus on his face like a telescope as he closes the distance between us with each step. I too back away to avoid him only to meet the wall on first step.
And then, he is on me.
Once again his hands clutch my upper arms. Just like before.
Once again he stares in my eyes. Same as earlier.
The only difference is the former moment was an introduction while this one feels like the ever-ending.
The intensity of those eyes is like a pressing weapon, clogging my throat with frustration and something else. The most beautiful man, who I at the end realise was that blurred silhouette I saw leaning on his car, parts his artistically curved lips and the words flew out in the form of storming rain.
Unstoppable.
"Wu Hexton Weroance, Qí cen se Kzar Alpha Qígus, nyr rï Luke Wood luo Mixiř well Kzarina!"
- Writer
