The world is cruel to those at the bottom, that is the first lesson I learned in life, a lesson that I am reminded of, time and time again.

I am reminiscing once again, as I make my way down these stairs, in this flimsy short dress that is designed to showcase too much skin for the onlookers. On my way to shame and degradation, to make myself smaller than I already am.

A few steps more and I spot him sitting by the tall windows, overlooking the city lights below. His tall frame that is not hidden even in a sitting position, tousled honey hair and a sharp jawline that add more to his allure.

The most attractive, handsome man that I ever layed eyes on is sitting feet away from me, with no idea of what I am contemplating while watching him, a man who never in his wildest dreams would think that I have loved him more than I loved myself for agonizing 3 years.

I take a deep breath and take small steps towards him until I am standing right at his feet and wait, wait for him to look at me; but he doesn't, dismissing with his hand: "I am not ready to order yet".

That voice.... The voice that I dreamed of many times than I can count, telling me things that would never happen in real life.

That dismissal even though I know wasn't meant for me, it still bothers me, my heart speeds up then slows down in an unrythmetic beat, and a strange feeling starts to bubble inside of me ; anger and love mix in together and without thought I place my hand on his shoulder, demanding his undivided attention to me, his eyes snap and they land on mine.

Eyes the color of the sea in a raging storm, a unique color that can only be described as a dark blue sky just moments before the rain, so beautiful and scary and now they are snapped into mine; eyes that have never noticed me among the crouds snapped so fast, that my breath hitched and I stood there, and time froze.

One breath away from finding my happiness or demise.