3. Why!?
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Amber meets gold.
Gasp!
Yes. That's the only way I can describe it.
My shocked amber eyes behind the glasses meets with a pair of deep, golden ones.
Golden?
Impossible!
How in the world can a man with such utter handsomeness has the most delicious scent and that too with intense golden eyes?
Under a head full of dark hair, a carefully shaped symmetrical face in perfect proportions. High cheekbones meet at a sauve square jaw which leads to a pair of artfully cut thin, pink lips. Straight, sharp nose follows up to an immensely beautiful pair of narrow golden orbs that are outlined with perfectly arched eyebrows, making them glow under the dim light.
Unbelievable!
It can't be...
Closing my eyes, I vehemently shake my head until it starts to ache and then once again, slowly........open to look.
A calm sea of ocean green.
Eh-?
What. The. Hell?
Utter disbelief consumes me. I'm so distracted with the hypnotising scent top up with the near found discovery of a person with possibly golden eyes that I completely mistake the expression on his face, taking the restrained danger for the calmness.
For the first time in my entire existence I feel something else besides fear. And that too for a complete stranger.
Curiosity.
Not towards animals.
Not towards history.
Not even towards structures, monuments or any country.
It is towards a human being.
A man.
A puzzle.
For me, he's just like a puzzle. I want to split each part, observe it, learn it and then put it back together with my own thoughts and emotions.
Its foolish but uncanny.
I feel curious about him and not a mere one at that.
My curiosity is dangerously starving for his very being.
His?
Blink.
The second I distract away from my thoughts I instantly feel the strength of his gaze like an unloading gun pointed at me. His emotions shooting off at me like bullets.
I look straight in his eyes to find him staring at me without blinking. Not speaking. Just staring. Looking at each other as thought nothing needs to be said. Emotions lurk in his eyes like dark shadow.
Outrage. Anger. Disbelief. Fear.
I narrow my eyes at the last one, a courageous gesture on my part. Somehow preparing to break the silence, I decide to question his actions for he appears as though he has all day and doesn't wishes to utter a single word, but I so don't agree with this strange thing currently going on here.
"You-" I start.
"No!"
Imminently jumping at the abrupt sound, his fresh breath hits me at once and I take a sudden lungful of it even before my mind could register the action.
My body is certainly not on the same account with my mind as all it wants is to stay in this small, dingy closet and smell the scent which is clearly emitting from him all the while my mind is being consume by the fear currently creeping inside me.
Still, that voice...
Never have I ever heard a shout so beautiful that it would leave me to marvel.
It's smooth like a silent river flowing like liquid crystal even though it's filled with coldness and denial at the moment. Both emotions carry negativeness in them yet it still manages to bath me with immense positivity.
Indulgence. I feel.
"It can't be happening..." The gorgeous stranger shakes his head vehemently.
Yes. Its indulgence that I feel at the moment.
But why?
He's so-
"You can't be happening!"
And with just those words, I'm forcefully thrown back to reality from all those delicious scent, handsome face and golden eyes.
Those words in that perfect, smooth voice leave me shaken beyond belief.
Shock fills me as I take in the power behind his words.
What is actually happening?
I don't know why his denial matters.
And what for?
What was he denying?
What is he talking about?
Why was I even listening to him?
Who the hell is he for heaven's sake?
An unknown man I have never met before-why was he talking to me? Saying those words to me like we both were conversing about something common. Something obvious. Something I should be aware of.
But the actual reality is-I am not.
I don't have a damn clue about this one-sided conversation where I am silently observing while unreal thoughts buzz in my mind at lightening speed,-and him just showing anger and throwing around words at me only comprehensible to him as if I owe him a life.
I decide to speak once again, about to explain that he may have caught the wrong person-but then I stop. I feel reluctance in me. And the next moment-an outrageous idea enters my mind. As though...
I am the right person.
No!
No. No. No. No.
I shake my head hurriedly to get rid of that thought. Stupid, stupid Luke.
"What's your name?" Abruptly, his words echo softly in the small room at once, making me swallow. This time his voice was too low. So much so that it should've made me soften.
However that didn't happen.
Instead, I feel fear.
An unknown but immense amount of fear. Fear for exactly what? I don't know.
I find him looking at me with...pity?
Frowning at him, my eyes continue to shift away then back at him. As if he could read my fear his arms loosen around me but not enough to let me go.
What the hell does he wants from me?
I don't freaking know!
Why the hell don't I know anything!?
Under his scrutinizing stare, dread begins creeping inside me and my body starts shaking. Something's wrong. The light reluctance from before instantly becomes a tightly chained box inside me this time. Earlier I was reluctant but now my tongue is in an entirely no-speak zone.
He asked my name. I don't want to tell.
He narrows his sea green eyes upon my tightly shut lips. Staring at them for a moment, making me feel utterly, weirdly....good.
Luke Wood! For goodness sake this is not how about-or-already kidn*pped victims react!
His staring continues on and on and on and a moment too long, then he abruptly screws his stunning green eyes shut, hiding them away, with a lingering pressure his head lightly move from side to side-and then opening those unending greens.
I finally see.
There's a storm brewing in there.
"I asked. What. Is. Your. Name?" I can almost hear the gnashing of his molars. The previous gentleness kicked away.
In response I only purse my lips even more. Not caring about the consequences.
Not a damn clue why I am doing this.
Why am I not speaking?
More so, wherever the hell from this amount of guts came in me!?
I only feel an undercurrent string zipping inside my soul without a cease, stopping me from uttering something irreversible.
Like if I answer his question, I will lose something.
The penalty of presenting my name will result in me getting deprive of something much, much important.
My continuous staring match with him as he waits for my answers crushes me every second. Those ridiculous thoughts move about my mind. Unstoppable. I keep defying him without caring about the result.
He waits and waits and waits.
So much patience.
But my body doesn't listens. My lips not moving an inch. My mind keeps warning me. Telling me to speak. Tell. My. Name.
Still I don't, because my heart doesn't allows me.
So I don't.
A big mistake.
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