100 Themes - Love

Day one of my 100 themes challenge with my current world.

She was gorgeous. I was not the only one able to take my eyes off of her, I noticed as I glanced around before my eyes were drawn back to her. Men looked like they wanted to ravage her, and women looked like they wanted to punch her perfect face in. But at the same time, nobody moved. I wondered if they all felt the same way I did. As perfect as she was, there was something not right about her. It scared me, and from the way everyone was acting, they were frightened too.

Of all the people that she could decide to approach, it was me. Fear and excitement both filled me up, and I felt sick. I was always excited to have someone near as beautiful as her speak to me, but I wanted to run away. I didn't feel as if she had chosen me as someone special �" someone to have a conversation with, ask a question, or befriend �" but rather, I felt as if she had chosen me as her prey, and my fate was sealed.

“My name is Hel.” Her voice was musical. She extended her left hand, a cup of Starbucks in her right. Awkwardly, I shook her hand. Hell. That sounded demonic. I was starting to trust my gut feeling about needing to get away.

“Hel,” I questioned, almost in a whisper.

She look confused at first, and then smiled. The expression warmed my heart. My internal uneasiness must have been for no reason. She seemed too innocent and harmless to be a threat to me. “Helina... Morris. I apologize if I frightened you with my nickname. I did not think about it's religious aspect.”

She didn't seem to be lying. I looked around. The people in the area were still staring, but with her distracted by me, they seemed to be getting on with their days.

“I'm Mark.” My voice was beginning to rise back to my normal tone, but it still showed my uncertainty. “Did you, umm, need something?” Why had she approached me? Even if I didn't feel as scared of her as much anymore, random people usually didn't approach me.

Helina shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. “Java Chip, extra chip. Want any?”

My favorite drink. I had to skip going by the coffee shop that morning because the place looked packed, which I now thought might have something to do with the attention she carried. However, I wasn't going to accept a drink from a stranger off the street.

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you.”

She frowned, looking down at the drink and then back at me. She dropped it on the ground, as if she was surprised I would do such a thing. I opened my mouth to object to the litter, but she silenced me with a soft and quick kiss.

For that split second, she felt like a powerful being. Someone that caused attention for more than just her beauty.

She grabbed my hand. “Come. Then we will get you your own coffee.”

Somehow, I felt as if I had fallen in love, and I couldn't even explain how.

Author's Note

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