Well,this romance fic turned into an Antauri/Maya one instead of Gibson/Viola... Never mind! Please Read and Review!
He might've been the wisest one,but he didn't know which wise decision to take.
He might've been the brave one,but he wasn't brave enough to do this.
He might've been able to find solution for others' problems,but he couldn't find one for himself.
He might've been the one to soothe down the most nervous,but couldn't just calm down himself.
Why?
Because he was in love.
He swore a life of peacefulness and healing others,of non-violence and compassion on others. He was now stepping out of that line. He was failing,he was failing his promise to his masters.
As furious as his urge to not break his vow contained him,he also couldn't stand the sight of his own best friend. Like how quickly nausea would affect a sick person,the moment she enters the room,his sensory nerves heat up and he often used to ramble.
His thoughts would slip into those of a romantic kind,the one he had never thought of before. He wondered if he really liked her? Did she like him? Or was it just affection for her after meeting her in such a long time?
He dared not tell her. He dared not show his blushes and nervousness of being alone with her. What was so interesting for him on her? He just couldn't understand. He had never felt such strong attraction toward a female in his life before.
The momentary thought of her face flashing in his head heated his sensory nerves up,and he let out a deep sigh. She was such a...a kind of person no one could miss seeing. You could catch her in midst of a crowd when there is a sale in the mall. She always shone out.
For her beautiful curves all around the feminine body,you would think she was a delicate one. Oh,but never judge a book by its cover,they would say. She would show her ruthless side when time comes,and she could be easily the worst person in the history of Shuggazoom.
She was someone Antauri would actually hesitate to fight. And Antauri will never hesitate to do anything,unless until it is a rash or unwise decision.
He had three reasons. A) Because he didn't want to fight his own friend.B) She could turn into the most violent person that he has ever seen.C) She is the one person who made him feel strange.
This was the most confusing matter he had ever thought of,and though meditation always seemed to help him find solutions,this time it felt that doing things physically were better than spiritually.
But no,Antauri wouldn't risk it,would he?
No,he wouldn't. He couldn't. He just couldn't.
This was the thing about love.
You never really know what's going on. Everything happens blindly,and if you have the luck,you come out unscathed.
He felt l-o-v-e should be spelled more like n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e.
His worst nightmare could be losing control over his body,but mentally,love seemed like a torture to him. He felt like love was dagger which could be used to make people dead emotionally. And soon dead physically.
He didn't understand.
He just didn't.