The day was stormy, the winds were going wild and the setting sun was the most breathtaking scene ever, but not everyone was happy on that windy and drunken evening. Most people can not figure out how to utilize it as some use it as a solace to reduce that small grief within their heart, that emptiness that pulls them down in sorrow. The only thing that made me calm and peaceful was her as she was the reflection of me, she... she looked fresh despite being exhausted for the whole day because of that charming smile on her face which has hidden her emotions perfectly till now.
Looking at the sun with anticipation, finding an answer to an anonymous question reflecting in her simmering eyes, nothing giving away in return, and that curiosity to find her hidden soul somewhere deep in her heart, an overwhelming pure aura of loveliness and that mysterious self that portrays that there is still something yet to be discovered. That feeling that can't be described with words that I felt for the first time in life; and that phrase which I feel for her can only be described as love, which I felt at first sight the first time in that silent night.
Though it took me quite a time to realize this love for her. She was one extraordinary woman I could ever find, or I should say a proud woman hiding a delicate heart inside. Seeking affection which I knew later as I grew to know her in life. Is that why I feel attached to her? I still do not know the answer, yet because as time passed I seemed to know a new part of her, her life, and her story which was quite unrealistic to my ears.
This relationship between us cannot just be described as mere love, partnership, rivalry, or friendship, it is much more than that. As she means my life to me and so is the story of my life with her and where our story begins. For now, it's time for me to go…. but we will meet again when the time comes my lady. *faint smile, the person disappeared.
On the other side- This is the only place that has calmed my mind till now. Wish I could say the same to her, Alas!' she felt.
A man in black: Ma'am the departure time has come. *speaking so the man vanished
She signed and also retreated.