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He showed up at my door late at night, "I need someone to talk to," he had said. The familiar black and burgundy clothes of our school uniform adorned his body and his hair was messier than usual, as if he had tugged at the reddish-brown strands in frustration. Although I had seen him just hours before my cheeks still flamed up at the sight of him, his effect on me was unmatched by any other. He was faultless. The dark lilac that circled his muddy brown eyes only extenuated the vibrancy that shone from them.
Confused as to why he came to me of all people for someone to talk to, I furrowed my eyebrows but nodded in reply before briefly turning back inside.
Of course, I wasted no time in tugging on a coat and an old pair of shoes and leaving to walk down the path behind my house with him. I would walk miles with him if he asked me to.
We walked out of sync, out of phase. My foot was always one step behind his and I had to take two steps to match each of the wide strides that his long legs took.
I could hear the birds singing in the trees and their soft conversations flowed through the air effortlessly; our conversations were effortless too. We were effortless. We were uncomplicated. Usually the words fell from our mouths without a second thought, but today was different - today he was distant; lost in his own thoughts yet still aware of everything around him, even the sweet chirps of the birds in the trees or how my nose was tinted pink from the coldness of the weather outside.
I had waited for him to speak first, but he stayed silent. However, as soon as I parted my lips to ask him why he brought me, he gently grabbed the dark green sleeve of my coat and stopped in his tracks, no longer giving the muddy path a geometric pattern from the sole of his shoe.
My heart trembled and my fingertips buzzed at touch of his hand while the trees on either side of the path trembled from the strong gusts of wind. An unstoppable force moving something as small and insignificant as a leaf in our gigantic world. He was a hurricane and I was at the centre. In the midst of all the chaos of our lives, when we met everything was calm and still. Nothing else affected us when we were alone in the middle of our hurricane of a world.
"Dance with me," he pleaded as his amused chocolatey eyes flicked upwards to meet my mossy green ones. In a state of shock from the request, my eyes widened and my throat closed up slightly - the thought of dancing with him was enough to make my whole body turn rigid and my mind to turn into pandemonium.
His coarse, warm hand slid down my arm and intertwined with my own. "I'm sorry I dragged you out so late, I just needed- no, wanted someone-"
"Don't worry about it," I hurried my phrase to prevent his guilt from going any further. I willingly let him use me from the day we met, and yet I continue to fall for him. I will never regret giving him that right, the right to every part of my mind, body and soul. I will never regret him.
I knew that I would be home when my lips touched his. But I was holding on to something that wasn't real; he will never intertwine my hand with his like he did in that moment, like I wish he always would.
My head rested on his firm chest so I could hear the steady beat of his heart and feel the rising and falling breaths that he took, reminding me of being pulled by tidal waves; being pulled so close to the shore to only be dragged back out into the deep waters. Wanting to be closer to him, I nestled my head further towards him but he towered above me and I barely reached the bottom of his neck. I wanted to be dragged into his life, into the dense oceans of his life and to sink to his ocean floor. If he was the bermuda triangle, I wanted to be a sunken ship and I wanted him to envelop every part of me in murky green water. I wanted him to confide in me in every aspect of his life.
