Paradigm Shift

Emovere

EMOVERE, THE LATIN ROOT OF THE WORD 'EMOTION' WHICH MEANS "TO MOVE OUT OR THROUGH."

"Day 1, 4:06pm nothing beats iced choco on a warm afternoon! I'm heading to the roof deck to check out the view of the city. I'm excited!" holding the monopad with your phone attached to it, you talked to your imaginary audience through the camera. Every minute of your day was being recorded.

You reached the last step of the staircase and unlocked the door that leads to an open area, your roof top. It was spacious and clean. Some flowering plants hang in a corner, a large couch made of native wooden like materials with weather proof cream pillows on the other side. The floor is entirely made of wood and there's a mini jacuzzi at the elevated part behind the plants. Few more rearranging and furnishing, then it will be perfect.

A smile curved through your lips while you contemplated  how this will be your new home for the next 6 months. What future awaits you?

The sky was clear. A great view of the city scape greeted you. A few other buildings were just a few meters away from where you are.

You stood there aiming your phone camera at every angle, taking a sip of your cold drink, savouring it's sweet minty flavor.

Without a warning, something fell down from the sky, and came crashing down on you. The impact made you stumble.

The ice cold liquid splattered all over your white button up dress the same time you heard a loud thud. Your body ached from the sudden crash.

Completely lying down the wooden floor on your back, you came face to face with a man you've never seen. He looked down at you with firmness while his long silver locks draped  your face like a curtain, creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world. For a very brief moment you felt like no one else existed but you and him.

His pale complexion had an opposite effect on you, for you knew your cheeks grew brighter every second he stared at you. Your heart beat was so rapid you thought you're having a heart attack.

"Hi! I'm sorry. Please don't scream." he spoke with such a confident, carefree tone as if he knew exactly what was happening.

Your faces were so close, you felt his breath tickled your skin. You wanted to move but your unconscious mind wont allow your mesmerised eyes to fixate elsewhere than the  mysterious figure looming over you.

Perhaps it's his odd eye colour that took away your common sense. One icy blue and the other golden yellow surrounded by bloody red hue, instilling both fear and amazement inside you.

They reminded you of star gazing, the way they gleamed. You don't know how long you stared until you noticed his pupils slowly dilating, while he examined your dazed expression.

Finally, your brain  processed the situation, realising the awkwardness of your position. Your legs were in between his, while he's on top of you on all fours, except that his right hand was under your head, supporting it. Like a tiger ready to devour his prey.

It's probably the warm weather, or the closeness of your bodies, that caused your temperature to rise. Whatever the reason, it made you weak. You tried to scream but he suddenly lifted your back to a sitting position with minimal effort, as if you're light as a feather. That rendered you speechless.

He moved to a deep squat, facing you, while you sat on the floor, legs stretched out, still in between his. Part of his hair covered half of his face now, hiding the red eye.

"Don't be scared. It was just an accident." he said making it sound that this kind of situation was just a normal thing to happen.

"Are you hurt?" he asked with the same carefree tone but his face looked a bit worried.