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He was used, abused, tortured, tormented...broken. Crying for help.
The first time I saw him, I couldn't help but fear him, for the monster he was. Like everyone else, who would tremble when they would ever slightly peak a glace at him, I too, feared him.
The intimidating aura he posed, the taunts he gave with the treacherous blue fire that swirls on his palms, the stoicism in his stark blue eyes were cold, not to mention the scars he held around his face and the body did not justice to his villainous presence either. He almost seemed more of a monster than a human. A Frankenstein, escaped rogue from the organisation he was forced in. Everything about him screamed trouble and shrieked danger,
But it was the little hints, the littlest of the hints that made me fall into the spiral of curiosity. From the slight twitch in his face to the humble flickers of emotion in his eyes. I wanted to understand him, and I wanted to see the real side of him, deep inside his heart, caged by huge blocks of icy walls.
There were many occasions where I saw the real him, either be the scars that littered all around his body, the occasional dry coughs he let out, how he clutches his chest tightly sometimes and how he flinches in his sleep. The smallest of the things, that almost seemed nothing, but it spoke louder than any screams I have ever heard. And initially, he did threatened that he would incinerate me if I uttered a word about it to anyone, but eventually he trust me, acknowledged me, and what once was hostility turned into quite a bond between us, and slowly, I also felt the soft rumbles of butterflies in me.
I still remember that day, that moment, on that particular hour, when the world hushed down and the nocturnal thrived. The moment where something so admirable such as friendship bloomed into an unconditional love. We opened up to each other, listened to our pasts while sitting on top of the abandoned bar, our hideout. And for the first time, I saw him as anything but a daunting villain.
It was beautiful, how each and every line that subtly came out of him, the more he unraveled himself to me, the more beautiful he looked, with his deep gravely voice soothing every single nerve of mine. Beautiful, no. Ethereal. A soul so pure and fragile that it could make anyone cry with overwhelming emotions.
With every word, he opened my eyes. With every flicker of emotion in his bright blue eyes, he let my heart astray. With every gaze he took at the night sky, with the stars shimmering around his like fairy dust, looking into nothing and swimming back into that beautiful mind of his, he took my breath away.
For the first time, I was not afraid of be close to him, to fall for him, to touch him. When he showed me his scars, burnt skin patched intricately around his entire upper body, I could not help but stare at it in fascination.
He showed his back to me, the flesh indented with built up muscle lines and pale scars from his past with his patched up skin. An art forged by terror demons of this society.
After seeing that, my heart raced at the fact that he opened up to me and only me to his heart. From the real person that homes behind his facade to the marvelous galaxy splattered across his body, I wanted to appreciate all of him, I wanted to love all of him.
The moment I laid a gentle hand on his skin shot goosebumps through me, the warmth of it almost basking me in for comfort, the smoothness of it along the terrains of his muscles. Everything about him was spectacular. His burnt skin a tiny bit wrinkled as I followed the thin pathway of his staples. Each and every metal piece I glided my hands through insulated small sparks of electricity through me, its temperature higher than the subtle warmth of his skin, the sensation almost blissful against my hand, like hot spring showers.
I felt slight shivers vibrate through him, as his breaths quickened ever so slightly. Simple signs which indicated that I had an impact on him too. I am the only person he could show his true colors. And as for me, he was the only person who made me accept my fate, my life and myself. He made me feel loved and safe in his own ways, than I ever felt in my whole life.
As my hands continued glided around his precious body, my touch delicate and light, I felt heat creep through my cheeks as I journeyed through the prominent creases along his abdomen that had its own scars, each held different stories about pain, stories about agony...
As my hand reached his chest, I gasped. The fast heartbeats that awfully mixing with mine, the quick respiration which made my hand move slightly along with his chest. All of these were similar to what I felt right now. With my heartbeat throbbing till the tip of my ears, reddening it, it took all the courage in me to get even closer to him, place both my hands on top of his chest and gently lay my head against it, right above his swelling, vulnerable heart.
...the world seemed to be perfectly balanced. Like how the Sun would rise from the East and set to the West, like how the wind makes the grass and flowers sway around, like how the dirt on the ground lets nature grow and bloom into its majestic world called our planet. And just like how everything had a balance for itself, had a purpose and place it was meant to be in, at that moment, it felt like I was meant to be with him. In this position, where his arms are protectively wrapped around mine, one around my back and the other gently stroking my hair. Where mine are on his bare body, his warmth melting me slowly but surely and softly. Where all my worries and thoughts disappear from the smooth and deep hums he would softly let out. Where I can smell his musky scent etched with something slightly burning, his own unique scent, which smelled like a cold autumn night, warmed by the fireside and burned acorns. Where my head is on his chest, listening to the once elevated heartbeat relax to a gentle rhythm, like the beats of a song full of love adoration, as it smoothly synchronized with mine to another song about two people who have found their broken pieces in each other. Where we just sway around from side to side, exchanging playful talks, meaningful words and even some teases. As we enjoyed the small world we created among us called home.