Men are dangerous with their eyes, that feels like guns ,want to shoot at your soul. And this how how I felt...
I pushed my last toes up, toward the last stair. I turned left. My eyes met that standing long man. Our eyes met.
He was holding a cigarette that I was always strangely fantasying about in my future husband. Someone might say to me, why would you wish your beloved one to be a chimney??
Well. I found charisma in that. It is my law of attraction. I would like to make my own laws in this life.
The moment we stared at each other, it felt so magical!
The few seconds felt in motion of minutes, even forever. It was simply a stare. But I could remember all the details. His hands stopped giving suffocating toxicity to his lungs. He just focused on me. On me as a whole. I felt he wanted to eat me. His eyes were bitting me from head to toe.
The moment the time turned back. I tunred my head forward. I knew he was the Lawyer. Although I never met him before. Why?
Simply he does not look like any of our beings. He is exceptionally handsome. And I knew he was Half half. His mother was Romanian. And his father was Algerian. He did not look like any of our race.
I turned my head forward but could see him rushing to walk behind me.
Mother knew him. But she did not recognize him behind us. He was obviously closer to me. If I just could make a step back. I could have bumped into his big wide chest, that chest that could contain a nation. I was looking for his breath behind me. But, what can I do except follow in mother's footsteps...