Quick paced, feeling the lust building inside his body, he made excellent time on foot. When he arrived, he lost his confidence, feeling unsure of her feelings or what he expected, suddenly. He had a feeling that he couldn't control seeing her face again. It was a hidden pocket that he had long forgotten. A rough cut gem that only just shone in the light. His shyness forced him to look away but, he also watched her when he thought she may not be looking. Jerkily, his movements were spontaneous and uncontrollable. Years had passed since he had been sick, still the remnants of it's damage caused him to feel out of sorts when his anxiety crept in. He shot out his feelings in his eyes, staring and studying her cheekbone. She had changed over the years and also remained the same. Her eyes were more grey and icy, light cornflower, less vibrant and less teal. He noted her slight wrinkles that appeared when she laughed. He had nothing to say to her, only listened and waited for his moment to pounce on her. The moment hadn't come and she severed the time. Disillusioned for a period of time, he lingered and hoped that there was an entry into her heart once again. Her lips became thin and stretched as she waited for him to leave. The softness of her body against his back left a memory in his mind that he sipped from for the next few days. Unsure of when she may reach out again, he left it up to fate and agonized the passing. Curious, cautious, and conscious of his feelings that sustained him, they also had the ability to lock him into a state of disarray.
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