transient

begining.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I looked up and my heart stopped for a moment, i saw the silhouette of guy, a tall guy wearing what i think was a jacket, joggers and sneakers. He moved a little to his left and i could now see him clearly and my god did he take my breath away.

I felt my heart skipping a beat for a moment but then it skipped five more when i was suddenly reminded of the fact that Adan used to make me feel this way, the fact that he was gone now and that I was responsible for it. I can't do this, i can't let my heart feel anything but guilt.

"Are you high?" his deep sultry voice took all the voice out of me.

"Uhm. No." I wiped the tear off my face, "Hi. Uh I mean H I hi, I'm not high."

He lips curved into a smile, the sweetest smile i had seen.. since..Adan.

He stood there for five seconds looking at me with his dark deep silent yet so powerful eyes. His eyes dropped down at the side of my sleeve that had a tear stain on it and then it caught my red eyes and puffy nose. His hands slowly slipped inside his jacket pocket and offered me a handkerchief. Who even carries a handkerchief anymore.

"You know the only reason to carry a handkerchief is to lend it." He said as I took it from his hands.

He walked around me and sat down right next to me on the pavement while his left hand slightly brushed past my elbow and the second we touched, i could feel my heart doing a summersault.

"That's from the intern." He said smiling.

"Yeah i know. Thanks." I handed it back.

He turned around and looked at me, i could feel his eyes slowly analysing me and how much I wanted to look at him and analyse the hell out of him but i knew that would lead to another eye contact and I was just not strong enough for it right now so i let him look at me and make assumptions about me because how much can you really get from looking at someone when you aren't even looking into their eyes.

He nodded his head slightly and pulled out his earphones from his jeans pocket and connected it to his phone. He tapped a few times on the screen and after finding the song appropriate for this particular sitaution, he grabbed my hand and placed one lead on it.

Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens.

The first line reached my ears, travelled inside my body and hit my heart as my whole face grew warm again and nothing but tears left my eyes.

He looked at me again but this time I looked back at him, once again making eye contact and once again being consumed by him and his presence.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered.

It had been thirty minutes of us sitting on the side of the road, listening to music or more accurately, being consumed by music and it couldn't have been better.