"Mysteriouslove, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!"
By: Joseph Addison
Mr. Mysterious
I walked into the classroom. I wanted to die. It was the first day of my new school. High school. I walked to the back, only stopping to check in with the teacher. Halfway to my seat, I stopped, my breath caught.
His bronze hair shone, as the sunlight hit. His intense, gold eyes locked, with mine. I broke the connection, as my eyes traveled down. His cheeks, were tinged light pink. His complexion, pale, snowy white. Totally unnatural. His lips puckered out a bit. How adorable. His perfect jaw. He was gorgeous. He was totally, unnaturally perfect.
He got up, locking his eyes with mine, once again. He walked slowly toward me. A light smile, playing on his lips.
His eyes, suddenly looked confused, as if something had gone wrong. Like, he couldn't understand something. Then, his expression became curious, as he stopped, in front of me.
He brushed his hand lightly, across my cheek, barely touching my skin. His lips parted, as he closed the mere few inches, of space, between us. He traced my lips gently. The he softly, brushed his lips, against mine. I closed my eyes, as I kissed him back. He tenderly, stroked my hair, with his hand, while the other rested, on my back. I didn't know how long it had been, only that I wanted to stay in that moment forever.
Though, only a second later, he broke away, smiling at me and stepped back. H smiled once again, touching my cheek, ever so slightly. And then, he walked out the door. As I watched him go, I saw how gracefully he walked. Like an Angel. My Mysterious Angel.