LeosLady4Ever let me get a glimpse of one of her Gajucy prompts before she published it and before I knew it, I was writing this... Please check out her wonderful story first called Never Enough.
My First Gajucy! :O
Just Enough
Every day I feel his eyes on me, watching me from across the room. His gaze is heavy, filled with so much intensity that sometimes I had trouble breathing as I looked back at him.
I wondered what he is thinking, what was hidden inside those crimson depths that, when they were settled on me, made my heart pound loudly inside my chest. It was a strange sensation, something I wasn't quite accustomed to except for the fact that it had been happening for months now… but only for him, only when he was watching me the way he was now…
I tried not to look back at him; struggled against the temptation. I didn't want him to know that I knew he was watching me. I'd already done that before, tried to catch a hold of his gaze to let him know that I was curious but he'd immediately turned the other direction and for days he hadn't come to the guild. I'd hated it. Every day I'd waited for him, watching the corner that he liked to frequent… and every day it had remained empty.
I didn't want that to happen again, which was why I was careful now. When I looked at him, it was as discretely as possible. I was almost sure he never noticed it.
But all the stolen glances made the curiosity inside me grow. What were the hidden secrets inside of him that he so determinedly protected? What lurked within the shadows that clouded his vision on occasion when he looked at me? It was like he was lost inside some dark memory that he couldn't escape from.
On several occasions I'd very nearly walked over to him, something inside compelling me to try and reach out to him, pull him from those dark depths. But I'd stopped myself, thankfully. What a fool I'd have made of myself. He sure as heck didn't want my help and what could I have done anyway? I barely knew the guy.
Recently though, the urge was getting harder and harder to resist. There was just something about him that fascinated me and I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Maybe it was his incredible eyes that had that slightly wicked slant to them or the tiny iron rivets that dotted his features. Or, possibly, it was his long thick raven hair that fell in waves down his broad, incredibly tempting back.
'Ah crap! Here I go again. Stop it Lucy!' I yelled at myself and shook my head to try and get rid of the thoughts that plagued me more and more recently. I didn't understand it, hadn't tried to understand it. But for some reason, my curiosity of late had shifted in a different direction, complicating my already mixed emotions for the guy.
This had to stop. I had to find a way to at least talk to the man. But would he run away again?
I felt something warm run over my body and I glanced up, sure that it was his gaze raking over me… and it was. My body knew the feeling so well now. But unfortunately, his eyes were sad this time. I hated it when he looked like this. Over the past few months I'd been able to see a myriad of looks aimed at me from him. This was my least favorite of them all. It tugged at something inside of me. He looked so helpless, so resigned to some unhappy state.
My feet itched to move, to stand up and walk across the room and destroy anything that could possibly be making him sad. But would he run again? Would he ignore me and leave me standing there, feeling even more helpless and confused than I'd been before?
I felt the clawing doubt inside of me and I pushed it aside. Not this time. This time, I was going to get an answer. This time, he was going to let me talk to him… even if I had to follow him wherever he ran.