Stare Into Icy Eyes
One
A field of gold. I wander through it, barefoot. Wearing a blue dress that touched my knees, my usual plain bob hair was now longer and curly. I could hear the birdsong, a smile went across my face. Feeling the warm setting sun touch my skin, never had I felt so peaceful and welcome in this blissful yet unknown place.
"Verity?" I suddenly stop, breathing out a gasp from my rosy red lips. That voice, so silky and seductive, where did it come from? My deep blue eyes search my surroundings, there wasn't a single soul around. I was simply alone.
"Verity?" It's calling me again. How on earth did it know my name? Spinning my body around, my blood instanly froze within that very moment I moved. There, standing like a romantic hero from a romance novel, was the most handsome yet arrgoant man I have ever seen.
But it was his eyes that captured my attention, like ice they were. My body trembled of the way he was staring at me like that, it was mere meters we were standing yet I felt like he was standing right in front of me. The thought of it was chilling.
"Who are you?" I ask, breathlessly. He didn't answer, only a slight smirk appears on his lips. With all my strengh, I turn around trying to slow down my beating heart that is pounding against my chest like a fast drum. I close my eyes and pray that if this was a dream perhaps I could wake up.
"Oh Verity..." I uttered a groan of the way he sighed out my name. I could feel the inner strengh inside, begging and screaming at me not to succumb to this mysterious man. Without noticing, he suddenly wrapped his strong arms across my waist and whispered faint words in my ear before my legs gave away and everything went black.
I awoke, panting and sweating. Not a good look. This was the seventeeth time that I had this dream and not once have I told anyone about it. Not even my family and friends. Only I, nearly every night, close my eyes and relive that strange yet erotic moment with him.
I didn't know his name, all I could I see or even remember was that he wore a white loose shirt that showed a bit of hair on his broad chest and green trousars. His long chestnut hair flows over his shoulders but it's those pair of orbs that seriously haunts me to no end.
Puffing out a long sigh, I turn to see that my clock was flashing 8:07. OMG, I was going to be late for collage! Kicking off the covers, I dashed to the bathroom only to find the "Do Not Disturb" sigh on the door handle.
With one fist, I slammed it hard against it. "Oi, hurry up in there!" I screamed. "No Verity, I'm having my hourly bath. I did try and call you over a thousand times but you didn't listen so you will just have to wait or go without!" Replied my room mate, Samantha.
I growled at her, so glad that I'm NOT best friends with that lying bitch. Stomping back in the bedroom we share, I take off my sweaty nightdress (ugh, that's a another one I have to wash because of that dream. Thanks a lot, Mr Hottie Stranger!), put on some jeans and a t-shirt with a faded logo.
Brushing my unruly bobed brown hair, I gathered my stuff together in my black backpack and left the apartment with a almighty bang of the door. Igorning Samantha's loud and sweary comments as I stepped outside, I jogged to the train station to catch the twenty pass eight ride.
But once I entered the station, there was utter choas. Trains were either delayed or canceled for unknown reasons, people were angry and started shouting at the poor workers who tried to calm them down and sort of explained what was going to happen next.
Rolling my eyes, I exited and gave a stern warning to other people that were heading towards it. The looks I got were unforgettable, sometimes was it even wise to say anything to them anymore? After today, probably not.
So it was a thirty minute walk from where I lived to the collage, yep there was no chance I could sneak into my hideout where my best friends would be waiting to catch up with any kind of gossip they had and head straight to work.
Undoing the code on my locker, I opened it to let my eyes fall on a picture that always sends bad chills down my spine. I should've taken it down after what happened but I tend to forget. Now staring at it, memories begin to appear.
It seemed like only yesterday that I met Gus, the most gorgeous and ever so charming man on this planet. Me and my friends (Jade-blonde and bittersweet, Kerry-warm and intellent and Rachel-quiet and loving) were having a girls night out where shots and singing along to ABBA songs reigned.
While they had boyfriends, I was the only single one though I was proud to be free. But until I laid eyes on him, all of that changed within a click of the fingers. I was smitten instanly and we hadn't even spoken to each other.
He was the first to come towards me, offering his hand like a gentleman, for a slow dance which I glady accepted. Not once did we utter a word while we swayed to the music, our eyes never leaving. It was like something out of a rom-com that I've seen one too many times.
After that, we talked until the early hours of the morning. My friends decided to leave without saying goodbye (don't worry, I got them back with cheeky text messages though they did want to know what happened between me and Gus).
What did happen was we got into a taxi, I was the first to be dropped off and we shared a tender yet passionate kiss that lasted more than minutes. The driver grew impatient, offering that he should take me to his place but I shook my head kindly.
"I'll call you, Verity." He said, with a wave as the car drove off. I watched until it disappeared from sight. A blissful sigh escaped from my lips, that was my first ever kiss! I would never forget that night for all of my life.
It wasn't long until Gus surprised me by appearing outside the collage with roses in one hand and choclates in the other. We began dating that very day, he was so romantic and wooed me away to wonderful trips around the world.
I was in love within four months of the relationship, everyone noticed it especially random people on the street (perhaps it was the massive smile across my face) but whatever the reason, I was seriously happy to be with him.
But things never last forever, I wouldn't think that one man could shatter a beautiful partnership just like that. I remember that day all too well, my heart still bears the painful scars of that shocking discovery.
Lying in each other's arms, making love like rabid rabbits, I stood there watching feeling betrayed yet numb to the core. Once he reached his peek, he screamed out my name instead of whoever he was doing it with.
"Who the hell is she?" The bitch said, staring at him with the biggest frown I had ever seen. He looked at her, laughing nervously. "Go on then, Gus. Why don't you tell her?" I said with a uneven tone of voice.
He spun his head so fast it could've fallen off (mmm, a grisly yet pleasureable sight!), those wonderful eyes I adored staring in were filled with lies. Right there and then, Gus was the most ugly man that ever lived.
"Ah Verity! It's not what you think, darling!" He said, pulling out of the slut and dashed towards me. I looked at his penis, the cheek of him not using a condom! So glad that I didn't lose my virginaty to him though we did think and talk about it during our time together.
"Look at me, sweetheart." He cupped my cheek, I slapped his hand away burning a evil glare at him. "Oh yeah, I'm looking at Gus. With digust!" I yelled. The woman covered herself with one of the sheets, removed herself from the bed and crept out of the room before I could grab her hair.
"Please babe, I'm so sorry!" He pleaded. "You're not sorry, Gus. Far from it. How dare you take me like that then stab me in the back? I trusted you soildly, I loved you so much that my heart would've burst! We're finished, it's over."
With that, I turned my heel and left his place igorning his cries of my name and the constant flow of tears running down my face. People looked at me sadly, like they knew what had happened and felt sorry for me.
But I didn't need their pity, right now I wanted to creep into my bed and sleep the rest of my life away. My friends begged for me to get out of the house three weeks later, I smelt terribly and lost a good deal of weight.
It took time for me to gather myself from the black hole of depression I longed to be in forever, I returned to collage and focused on my studies more than going out and having fun. I refused to be around a man.
So now after six months since, I finally had the power to rip up that picture and threw the pieces in the bin just a few meters from me. That heaviness inside that I carried for so long had been released, I breathed out a long sigh.
Gus was in my past, buried and forever forgotten. He has put me off men for life now so why on earth did I dream of that handsome stranger recently? That I couldn't figure out the answer, perhaps I might never will.
The shrilling bell rang, I slammed my locker door shut and headed to the first class I had to today which was History. Hooray, a lesson I deeply adore and enjoy. That would shut all my troubling thoughts up, wouldn't it?
Boy, was I wrong!
Author's Note: So What Do You Think?