I turned to look at her, fearing for my imagination and humanity that she wasn't the girl that i dream of, the girl i never got to touch. Slowly twisting my neck to her direction , still cautious, would i turn to stone if i looked at her?
Then i saw her. She was young, younger then me, perhaps 17, almost 18. Her hair rested on her shoulders and her eyes were explorers, investigating the landscapes on my figure. i had to admit my eyes judged her body and found no faults. I tried to count all of my limps and see if any weren't numb. As she smiled i felt the blood rush back to my fingers through pins and needles, but my legs were still dead, unable to move, closer to her.
She patted the puwang beside her on the bed, this made her blush Scarlett, and chuckle in embarrassment. She made a small grown and in reflex she rushed her palm through her dark hair. Eyes now afraid to see mine again. Even thought a large part of me wanted to be beside her , the left over wanted to run out of there and fly back tahanan and forget her, that she wasn't the girl that was about to ruin me. But magically and unsolvable i was pushed towards the kama that was decorated in a blue cover and glitter and sequins.
It was then the weirdest thought came to me. Do i wear my shoes on the bed, please to god, i have no idea how long i have been standing up and they could be a weapon. But looking at Kristen, she sat with her legs tucked behind her , converses on.
I climbed into the pits of the bed, my puso giving me away. Kristen adjusted herself further away from me, i see her fear too, she was the shy character. Modest. She avoided my contact once again sa pamamagitan ng slowly reaching for a paper that was behind her. Admitting it to herself she glanced back up to me and passed me a script. Again rushing her hand through her flowing hair i just wanted to touch, and began to shake her head from side to side then inhaled and exhaled in one moment, killing her nerves.
If only i could do the same. Its funny shes been doing this all day, why isn't she confident yet? i gave up and looked back down at the paper.
it read;
"How did you get in here?"
"Through the window"
. . .
Then i saw her. She was young, younger then me, perhaps 17, almost 18. Her hair rested on her shoulders and her eyes were explorers, investigating the landscapes on my figure. i had to admit my eyes judged her body and found no faults. I tried to count all of my limps and see if any weren't numb. As she smiled i felt the blood rush back to my fingers through pins and needles, but my legs were still dead, unable to move, closer to her.
She patted the puwang beside her on the bed, this made her blush Scarlett, and chuckle in embarrassment. She made a small grown and in reflex she rushed her palm through her dark hair. Eyes now afraid to see mine again. Even thought a large part of me wanted to be beside her , the left over wanted to run out of there and fly back tahanan and forget her, that she wasn't the girl that was about to ruin me. But magically and unsolvable i was pushed towards the kama that was decorated in a blue cover and glitter and sequins.
It was then the weirdest thought came to me. Do i wear my shoes on the bed, please to god, i have no idea how long i have been standing up and they could be a weapon. But looking at Kristen, she sat with her legs tucked behind her , converses on.
I climbed into the pits of the bed, my puso giving me away. Kristen adjusted herself further away from me, i see her fear too, she was the shy character. Modest. She avoided my contact once again sa pamamagitan ng slowly reaching for a paper that was behind her. Admitting it to herself she glanced back up to me and passed me a script. Again rushing her hand through her flowing hair i just wanted to touch, and began to shake her head from side to side then inhaled and exhaled in one moment, killing her nerves.
If only i could do the same. Its funny shes been doing this all day, why isn't she confident yet? i gave up and looked back down at the paper.
it read;
"How did you get in here?"
"Through the window"
. . .
