The way she happened

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The way she happened

His heartbeat was nowhere around seventy-two and she happened. For him, the entire world was the 5’7 girl sitting next to him from the past thirty minutes, a power; supernatural, something magical which was not allowing his eyes to shift away from her; he was not aware whether it was her cheekbones or the tint of her eyes which ensnared him into it, all he was aware of was the strange feeling that had cuddled him hard into it, hard enough to resist.

Through the column of his esteemed feeling, he dedicated himself in the appreciation of an immense beauty, infatuated wisely enough to observe her secretly, till he got addicted to it. It was never intentional yet passionate. Scientifically, moving object attracts us more than stationary one; as the stimulation created by the moving objects catches much more attention of our brain than the stationary ones, probably seemed to be the most convincing reason for his observing her hand running down her hair than her blushed cheeks; acquainting the most consistent fight into the world’s most admiring arena with her fingers trying to resist her hair coming down her face, repeatedly slipping down from back of her ears pursuing the bliss from her cheek. That pretty girl was the exact location of his heart.

Her dark brown eyes unintentionally placed with a greenish shade made to saturate all love. Back from the eighties to the date that exists, the dedication of songs fits her lips. Lower were dark as one wished and the upper carved beautifully ending pleasantly into her cheeks. From the anime characters something she owed, something similar was her small nose. But out of all it was most difficult to define those half million expressions, sweetly confined. Her face elating like a favourite book, moving her eyes swiftly she looks. 

Around her teen she was still sixteen, borrowing her to his till the end of time. She was a Bong while he heard her crooning, tapping her feet swung her earring. Piercing through her hair still she fights; in debt of sight etched her voice. Love carved deeper trailing through the night; swearing by gods the way she fights. Her love was vicious, ambiguous were the reasons; concurring him all, losing into a treason. Sprinting his heartbeats that were on fire, and alike was the condition of his burning desire. The word from him in the vow of thine stein feels a glass of water turning into wine, more than that was hard to understand, was the word he used were heavenly insane, sounding poetic... till he noticed her looking back at him with his eyes left with not a thing to explain...

              

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