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I just wrote this... actually inspired from a recent experience.
But i was wondering, I am thinking n my story i might make this guy my main characters love interest... It would mean changing my current one... but i think it feels right - more unusual than the genetic guy i have at th moment
so anyway, comments, ideas?
i just whipped it up then so havn't edited much.
I inched my head forwards in the tiniest movement possible. I was searching him; Delving deep into his icy blue eyes, almost hidden by the shadow which was cast from his black, curved hat. I wanted to lunge forward and grab him by his biceps, to feel his grey flannelette shirt in my palms. But I couldn’t, I didn’t. I was frozen in place, my hands tunnelled deep inside the warm pockets of my coat.
Rain fell, becoming heavier. It landed on the dirt below our feet, making indents in the ground and causing tiny flecks of mud to sprinkle on our boots. His white, clear face and intense, gazing eyes were sheltered from the droplets; they landed on his tattered felt hat which curved at the sides before dribbling slowly off, falling to the ground.
I managed to smile meekly, and he returned it. Two small dimples appeared when his lips tilted upwards, revealing his straight teeth, and I couldn’t talk. There was no need to talk, not really. As I kept his gaze, my own eyes were searching, for something I wasn’t sure of. Maybe it was interest twinkling in the midst of his glacier eyes, or excitement. Maybe I was scared that his gaze would finally fall, and that he would walk away.
The loud band to my left was only a feint beat in my ears, and the crowd surrounding us, yelling and cheering at the action in the arena seemed aeons away. The hundreds of people didn’t notice us, nor did we worry about them.
Then I shifted my weight to my other foot, and in that instant everything was gone. My friend came jogging towards us, yelling. “There you are girl!” And as my eyes flickered towards her, I felt my shoulders sag, the weight of the past moments crashing down. He looked at my friend too, her face spotted with water before turning back to me.
“I’ll see you around then,” he said, and walked away.
Feebly I nodded, but he had already turned. My friend swung around to face me, with her eyebrows raised. As we walked in the opposite direction she mouthed out questions. I understood every word.
“I don’t know... I don’t know his name.” We walked slowly down the embankment where we were standing moments ago and i turned at the bottom. He had disappeared into the crowd.
But i was wondering, I am thinking n my story i might make this guy my main characters love interest... It would mean changing my current one... but i think it feels right - more unusual than the genetic guy i have at th moment
so anyway, comments, ideas?
i just whipped it up then so havn't edited much.
I inched my head forwards in the tiniest movement possible. I was searching him; Delving deep into his icy blue eyes, almost hidden by the shadow which was cast from his black, curved hat. I wanted to lunge forward and grab him by his biceps, to feel his grey flannelette shirt in my palms. But I couldn’t, I didn’t. I was frozen in place, my hands tunnelled deep inside the warm pockets of my coat.
Rain fell, becoming heavier. It landed on the dirt below our feet, making indents in the ground and causing tiny flecks of mud to sprinkle on our boots. His white, clear face and intense, gazing eyes were sheltered from the droplets; they landed on his tattered felt hat which curved at the sides before dribbling slowly off, falling to the ground.
I managed to smile meekly, and he returned it. Two small dimples appeared when his lips tilted upwards, revealing his straight teeth, and I couldn’t talk. There was no need to talk, not really. As I kept his gaze, my own eyes were searching, for something I wasn’t sure of. Maybe it was interest twinkling in the midst of his glacier eyes, or excitement. Maybe I was scared that his gaze would finally fall, and that he would walk away.
The loud band to my left was only a feint beat in my ears, and the crowd surrounding us, yelling and cheering at the action in the arena seemed aeons away. The hundreds of people didn’t notice us, nor did we worry about them.
Then I shifted my weight to my other foot, and in that instant everything was gone. My friend came jogging towards us, yelling. “There you are girl!” And as my eyes flickered towards her, I felt my shoulders sag, the weight of the past moments crashing down. He looked at my friend too, her face spotted with water before turning back to me.
“I’ll see you around then,” he said, and walked away.
Feebly I nodded, but he had already turned. My friend swung around to face me, with her eyebrows raised. As we walked in the opposite direction she mouthed out questions. I understood every word.
“I don’t know... I don’t know his name.” We walked slowly down the embankment where we were standing moments ago and i turned at the bottom. He had disappeared into the crowd.