as he makes beautiful what he loves." -Ernest Renan
Enthralled
Thursday, October 1, 2009
He’s looking at you.
I sat quietly as I watched him from across the room. He was…what?…the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my twenty years of living. He was huntingly beautiful that I just can’t keep my eyes from looking where he was.
“He seems to be from a different time, noh?”
I look up at my seatmate. She was Nicole. A beautiful lad who always bug me when I’m too caught up with my own thoughts.
“Ha?” Was I that obvious? Goodness!
“You can’t keep your eyes from him.”
“Hmm. Well…”
“I can’t blame you. I felt the same way though I felt edgy at times.”
Edgy? I wanted to ask why but I stopped myself. I focused my attention afterwards at the screen of my laptop.
I am here to study and not to wander around to look for someone interesting. I might as well dismiss the habit of looking at his way.
Then, I felt a slight nudge at my arm. “He’s looking at you.”
“What?” confused. I look across the room and met his grayish-black eyes. It looks dull and yet dangerous.
He didn’t look away and intently lock my stare to his. There was really something hunting in him. I can’t name what but it makes me more intrigue. I hold my breath when his stare became fierce. I wanted to look away but I can not. It was like he was literally holding my gaze to lock his. It was hypnotizing.
“Uh-oh.”
That broke the moment. I gasped for air. I was able to breathe again. I look away and look at Nicole at my side.
Nicole was clutching my arm tightly. It would bruise afterwards. That I am sure.
“Why?” I asked her. Sweats are forming in her temple.
“You didn’t see that?”
“See what?”
I saw her shake her head.
