He was running out of time. Holding onto her he ran as fast as he could.
‘What if all of this is unreal?’, she asked, her face quite disturbed. ‘No, this has to be real. This thing has the power to change our lives’, he mumbled trembling, the answer hardly satisfying her curious mind.
He looked back to reassure her when he saw her face undergo metamorphosis.
Her face was terrifying. Her pretty doe eyes now looked fierce reflecting anger. Her face had developed odd looking bumps, somewhat like a dozen big pimples and the skin had turned a dull shade of dark green, sharp canines poking out of her mouth. He slowed down but she kept her pace crashing into the wall ahead, turning into a cloud of smoke, quick to disappear.
He screeched into a stop, almost losing his balance. He stood there, confused . Beads of sweat began to flow down his face while he tried to make sense of everything that happened in the past hour.
Cupid hit us both with the same arrow; he split it.
Her father used two bullets.
The gentle sunbeam hit my forehead and I forced open my eyes. My head still ached with last night party’s hangover.
A quick glance through the window lead to the discovery of an unknown figure in my garden. I was pretty sure that it was a woman; I couldn’t see clearly so quickly rolled over to get hold of my glasses.
‘Oh! What is this beautiful lady supposed to be doing in my garden?’, I asked myself.
I had no patience to observe her from here, leapt out of the bed and quickly raced out of the door.
There she stood beside the bushes.
Straight out of a fairy tale she seemed to be. Dressed in a simple pink gown with lace detailing, her curly brown locks glistened in the gentle rays of sunlight. With the rising sun just behind her I could barely see her face, but it was perfectly symmetric – oval and tapering towards the chin. That’s all you can expect from an artist. We see shapes.
I squinted to get a better view. Her beauty could put Cinderellas, Rapunzels and Snow Whites to shame. Those eyes seemed to pierce right through me but still had a gentle charm to them. It would take decades describing her beauty as I fell short of adjectives.
‘Who are you? I’ve never seen you around’, I managed to let out a few words out of my mouth.
My astonishment and joy appeared funny to her.
She parted her lips to speak as I felt a sudden jerk on my back. A powerful force threw me to the ground. Another jerk, less powerful this time. I rolled around to have a look.
‘Wake up man’, he said.
‘So you had the same dream today?’, my roommate inquired, trying hard to mask his giggles.
He feared he could never provide her with the best.
She convinced herself that she was not the one for him; he deserved better.
He feared he could never fulfill her wishes.
The only wish she had was him.