He walks down an abandoned alley, has no idea why he continues this eerie walk while being enveloped by broken bottles and the stench of old fruit. Flood lights remain prominent yet dim enough to keep his pupils dilated. The road for him is never ending, his feet lead the way yet his mind is distant. He stares at his feet and counts the steps. He notices the miles of graffiti and follows his fingers along the shameful words displayed as if he felt all that hatred for what the world has come to. After hundreds of cobblestone steps, he sees newly paved concrete
leading to a doorway waiting to be finished. He climbs the steps inside that seem to never have been walked upon before. He reaches the only room in the 40 story building with a ridiculous laugh and a shameful nod ...until he entered.
Illuminated white room, draping chiffon that whispers past his lips to display the rarity so hard to find ...a girl in a white gown.
She stares with complete confidence. The bold peridot of her eyes; the only vivid color the room possesses. She doesn't look real, she doesn't even look possible. He doesn't want to ravish this beauty, He wants to caress the long, soft, angelic locks that seep in every ounce of light,
acting as if it is urning to be touched. He wants to brush the backing of his hand against her cheek
while she closes her eyes.. only to wait for those bold eyes to find his. He daydreams this, yet appears completely still. She doesn't say a word, yet plays the white piano the room has provided.
The music; minor chords filled with such sorrow and loneliness becomes her personality for him..
lets him get to know her without words.. no need for them.
She finishes, he opens his eyes to find her standing considerably shorter than he expected.
She slowly approaches, seems cautious and scared. That made her look more fragile and innocent than ever to him ...it was beautiful.
He stares into her eyes so far below him ..fearing to touch her, knowing she is so pure and natural. Her fingers weave through his hair, relaxing his every worry and kisses him with her blushing lips.
She notices his brown eyes adjusting to the light, forgetting the awful ruins those beautiful eyes have layed upon. She was his cure, his future, the place his feet led him to.
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