*This is just a short story I decided to write. Its not exactly a romance, its more about have love for life or not having life at all. Enjoy, and please review.
Waiting in line is often a dull and mind numbing task. Especially waiting in line at a bank. And yet at some point we all have to do it, because whether any of us like it or not money is a very essential need in this day and age.
And so I found myself doing the very thing mentioned above, expecting nothing exciting to happen except for maybe the line to move a little faster than normal. Little did I know that my life was about to change, forever.
She walked through the door, and she was beautiful. And I say beautiful in a way that strips away all the preconceived notions of what beauty truly is. Who says that beauty is one thing, one look, one face? No, this woman was exquisitely unique in a way that captivated my senses and made my eyes move her in slow motion so that they might capture every detail.
I suppose that a reader would like me to describe this uncanny beauty, and I will try, but I am sure that I will not get it right. For me, it is too great to describe in the whole. She had long black hair that looked like Mother Nature had plucked raven feathers and placed them gently upon her head. He face was small, heart-shaped, with all the perfect and sharp angles. Her eyebrows arched high, and just below sat her eyes so dark that they almost matched her hair. He nose was long, sculpted, and pointed matching the rest of her features. Her lips were oddly mesmerizing. They were both thin and full, and I imagined them curling into the most breath taking smile. Her limbs were long thin and graceful, like a dancer.
“John?”
My accountant’s voice pulled me back into the dull reality of my life. I walked up to his desk and sat down. I explained to him that I needed to move some money around for my dying mother. Then I heard her voice at the front desk, the voice of an angel. A sad angel.
I turned my head and saw her gliding away from the counter towards the door. I pushed my chair away ignoring Frank, my accountants, confused questions. I followed her out.
She walked quickly down the sidewalk, her shining hair feathering out behind her. I had to know her, discover her name, where she was from, what were her hobbies. She captivated me in a way I didn’t understand. I had never felt this before.
“Miss!” I yelled, frantic.
She spun around, my heart pounding. This was not like me, my character was boring, proper.
“Yes?” She asked in her singsong voice.
“What is your name?” I asked in my breathy voice, taking a step closer to her.
“Well, what do you think it is?”
“Beauty.” I said without hesitation.
She just smiled and turned to walk into the street. She had frozen me, opened my eyes, allowed me to see for the first time what the world really looked like. My whole life I had been floating, not daring to dance as she did. I felt as if I were a new man, alive for the first time. All because she had spoken to me.
I heard the sound of screeching brakes and a gasp that sounded more like a bow being guided lightly over the string of a violin. Pulled from the spell she had casted over me I ran. I saw her crumpled form in the middle of the street and felt hot tears spill from my newly open eyes. I knelt beside her and whispered in her ear.
“beauty”
She smiled and said in reply “John, keep those eyes wide open.”
I was surprised, I had never had to chance to tell her my name, and yet she said it as if she had known me for years.And then she was gone. Just like that, she had come into my life and then she was gone. Those few minutes I was with her were the most important of my entire life. I am convinced that she was not human, she was an angel sent from heaven to save me from my half life. She taught me to live, even in death. I am not sad that she is gone, I am happy that she came. She is my angel, she is Beauty.
If you add an 'L' to my name you get 'Evil'.
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