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Doomed...
She sits across me and I could almost swear that she's holding her breath - keeping it caught between her throat and her heart.
I find it hard to concentrate, my eyes transfixed on her - her lips that she keeps biting, her eyes that are bright and fixed at a distance, her finger that play at the section of her long wavy locks. She looks at me and I panic and pretend to be busy with the papers I was holding. She smiles and lets out a small giggle.
"Sorry, I tend to get lost in my thoughts sometimes. Not that they're interesting, most of the time they're just random things that I try to find logic on."
She's captured me. In that moment, she's not just beautiful. She's articulate, intelligent and gracious; the perfect ingenue. She reaches for my hand and taps my fingers. "Tell me about you. What do you dream of ? What do you wish for?"
"Mm...e?" I mentally slap myself for sounding like a moron. She indulges me with a smile and almost immediately, the world seemed warmer, brighter and less cruel. I blush at her soft scrutiny. "I don't know...: I shrug "Dreams seem to be a futile effort and a waste of time."
She pouts a little and I think a puppy just died. "That's a rather sad way to look at dreams."
"It's not that...it's just that...most dreams are left as that - Dreams. Unfulfilled dreams ferment into resentment and in turn, becomes bitterness."
She props her chin on her palm and looks straight at me. "That's one way of looking at it. Another way is that, yet to be fulfilled dreams give us hope; hope to believe that there's still a chance for them to come true. If we've lost hope then we're all doomed."
Even the way she says the word "doomed" was beautiful.
I looked straight at her and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of hope for me that she was offering openly. I smiled in spite of my fears and self-consciousness. "Doomed..."
I find it hard to concentrate, my eyes transfixed on her - her lips that she keeps biting, her eyes that are bright and fixed at a distance, her finger that play at the section of her long wavy locks. She looks at me and I panic and pretend to be busy with the papers I was holding. She smiles and lets out a small giggle.
"Sorry, I tend to get lost in my thoughts sometimes. Not that they're interesting, most of the time they're just random things that I try to find logic on."
She's captured me. In that moment, she's not just beautiful. She's articulate, intelligent and gracious; the perfect ingenue. She reaches for my hand and taps my fingers. "Tell me about you. What do you dream of ? What do you wish for?"
"Mm...e?" I mentally slap myself for sounding like a moron. She indulges me with a smile and almost immediately, the world seemed warmer, brighter and less cruel. I blush at her soft scrutiny. "I don't know...: I shrug "Dreams seem to be a futile effort and a waste of time."
She pouts a little and I think a puppy just died. "That's a rather sad way to look at dreams."
"It's not that...it's just that...most dreams are left as that - Dreams. Unfulfilled dreams ferment into resentment and in turn, becomes bitterness."
She props her chin on her palm and looks straight at me. "That's one way of looking at it. Another way is that, yet to be fulfilled dreams give us hope; hope to believe that there's still a chance for them to come true. If we've lost hope then we're all doomed."
Even the way she says the word "doomed" was beautiful.
I looked straight at her and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of hope for me that she was offering openly. I smiled in spite of my fears and self-consciousness. "Doomed..."
