07-28-2023, 06:01 AM
With each word, everything fell away. It felt like nothing existed but him. She was in a bubble with him. His voice was soft but masculine. His eyes were lined black, lashes long and curled, deep and haunted. The shadows cut sharp lines on his cheeks and jaw, while moving lips were plump and curved.
He was just beautiful.
And he saw her, seemed to see into her, finding something she thought was hidden. No one had ever had even bothered. Ma and Papa cared, but never really seemed interested in her. Her sister got their attention, got everyone's.
As exciting as her modeling was, she knew it was shallow and superficial. The only people who seemed to care were those who wanted something from her. No one actually bothered to see if there was something more than her pretty face or body, more than just her eyes or smile. Oh, boys had said the words, pretending to actually care- but they always the usual goals.
This....man spoke to her of herself, saw her. "I want....to know....everything." She'd never actually put things in words. She just knew she wanted more. To belong. to feel part of something. She wanted to touch God.
She felt his words wash over her and they nourished her. And then they seemed to draw to a finish. As if he were closing a door on her. And a panic flared up. Please don't go she wanted to beg
Only fear prevented her. Fear he'd think less of her, that she was needy. Shame cut through her. She was thirsty and he gave her what she needed. But if he thought her weak, pathetic, as she knew she was, then maybe he'd take it away.
She was paralyzed and only nodded, digging into herself to be calm, be patient, keep cool. He said she could come back.
It was something, she supposed. She nodded, masking any disappointment, she hoped. She found her voice. "I'll be back." She looked back at the shadowed building behind her. Somehow, it seemed small and empty, just a part of the night. She suspected it was not where she could find what she wanted. She knew it, actually. Because it was in front of her, a dark beauty radiating heat.
"I do want to know. I want to see." He looked back at the others and she felt like something disconnected. She looked at them too. They still seemed mostly shadowed. And were going somewhere.
She shrugged to herself, feeling much less interested, now. How could she? She thought about maybe begging off. This hadn't been planned anyway. She should.
He was just beautiful.
And he saw her, seemed to see into her, finding something she thought was hidden. No one had ever had even bothered. Ma and Papa cared, but never really seemed interested in her. Her sister got their attention, got everyone's.
As exciting as her modeling was, she knew it was shallow and superficial. The only people who seemed to care were those who wanted something from her. No one actually bothered to see if there was something more than her pretty face or body, more than just her eyes or smile. Oh, boys had said the words, pretending to actually care- but they always the usual goals.
This....man spoke to her of herself, saw her. "I want....to know....everything." She'd never actually put things in words. She just knew she wanted more. To belong. to feel part of something. She wanted to touch God.
She felt his words wash over her and they nourished her. And then they seemed to draw to a finish. As if he were closing a door on her. And a panic flared up. Please don't go she wanted to beg
Only fear prevented her. Fear he'd think less of her, that she was needy. Shame cut through her. She was thirsty and he gave her what she needed. But if he thought her weak, pathetic, as she knew she was, then maybe he'd take it away.
She was paralyzed and only nodded, digging into herself to be calm, be patient, keep cool. He said she could come back.
It was something, she supposed. She nodded, masking any disappointment, she hoped. She found her voice. "I'll be back." She looked back at the shadowed building behind her. Somehow, it seemed small and empty, just a part of the night. She suspected it was not where she could find what she wanted. She knew it, actually. Because it was in front of her, a dark beauty radiating heat.
"I do want to know. I want to see." He looked back at the others and she felt like something disconnected. She looked at them too. They still seemed mostly shadowed. And were going somewhere.
She shrugged to herself, feeling much less interested, now. How could she? She thought about maybe begging off. This hadn't been planned anyway. She should.