it's not fair how handsome he is
he moves like water
beautiful strong hands hanging out of the pockets of his blazer
dark hair in his eyes
eyes the color of chocolate
he sits in front of her and smiles and she is undone
he's nervous, she can tell
his fingers drum the table
he meets her eyes and her heart stops
do you believe on love at first sight?
he shakes his head no
i don't believe in anything
she closes her eyes and leans against the back of the chair
he clears his throat
is he nervous too?
she smiles and his eyes shutter
where are you from?
not far from here
there is still that silence
it was pointless to come
wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
