The Unbroken: her side part one
I did not see him, I do not see anyone. I do not care to see anyone, I do not need, relations of any sorts. People seem to bring more problems than they are actually worth. They have a way of scheming their way into lives and causing need I say a lot of chaos. I for one do not need anymore chaos than I have already experienced. I am perfectly happy being a solo. He, he would not stop, he had this sweet semi sweet stalker like quality and for some reason, I trusted this chap. From day one. This never happens, ever, people are not to be trusted, never and again, I have learned this lesson.
He was handsome, I remember the first day we met, but I did not think he was handsome that day, I thought he was strange, not unbearably strange but nonetheless awkward. Later that week, he made his presence be known, I still did not see him. I know how humans are, they pry, they are nosy and just plan annoying but the next day, he shows up again. Sitting hopelessly on a bench, I saw him this day. He is sad, a sadness that has almost taken his soul, like he has lost all the air in the room and he just was on his last breath. He was lonely and needed companionship. I see this, I recognize this, I see him, I see me.
I see nothing more for the first time in a long time. He is big, his hands, his arms, his face, I have seen this face before, I cannot place it, but I have, I know him. I know his soul, spirit. I know his every bit of being but I do not know from where. I am intrigued by his eyes, brown with a touch of green, the lines on his face. Why can I not place him? Why can I not remember this face, this face that has brought me so much joy, in the last few seasons, I still cannot and it makes me nervous. Being around him has given me such pleasure, the causal courting rituals, I have to admit I have been curious.
He calms my wild soul, he touches me and I am inflamed, I cannot handle his touch. Not longer than a few breathes, a few seconds, I do not know, can I go through this again… I know him.