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Men in Black
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
Just like her peacock dance,her eyes moved around in search of her friend.But she wasn't there.Only that man,his head tilt to one side as if he was a mannequin with no heartbeat or emotions.But his deep grey eyes were still staring at her slender body,who was tired after such a beautiful gyrate.She tried to ignore him,not to look at him,but her eyes weren't listening to her plans.Once again,her set of green eyes locked with his grey ones,and she felt as if all the energy left from her body through her legs and vanished in thin air.Her head started to spin,her mind became foggy and her forehead getting wet with sweat.She wanted to run away from his firey eyes but didn't knew how to,when she felt a tap on her shoulder and got startled.Behind her was her friend,looking at her with concern in her eyes as if already knowing that something was wrong with her.Then,at that sudden moment,she realized that everyone was clapping and cheering for her in the audience,and she was deaf to all of it,just because her mind was all focused on that Man!
"You look pale,lets get you some rest,"
her friend whispered in her ear and she nodded in return.With a little bow to the audience,they left the stage,still knowing that those grey eyes were following her untill she disappeared behind the curtains.
....
He was standing infront of this huge mirror in the bathroom that was stained with red lipstick patches and phone numbers written with markers.Yet he was looking at himself,at his grey eyes that has always make him prominent in this society.Those eyes,right now were looking sad and gloomy and he knew how to cure it,as he took his hand in the pocket of his suit and bring out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.Within few minutes,the bathroom was filled with smoke, saddness and heartbreak.
....
It was midnight when she entered her house,opening the old rusty door with keys.The room was dark as always,filled with smell of alcohol and cigarettes.In that dark room she can clearly look around at the mess due to the lights coming from Tv with the loud noises of laughter coming from the sitcom presenting on it.Infront of the television,on the floor,her father laying down,wasted like always.She looked at him with pity, covering her face with her arm to stop the stingy smell from entering her nostrils.
She turned off the television,cleaned the room,washed the dishes and then covered the old man with a blanket,who was still snoring,reeking of alcohol.
Tired with all her muscles aching like hell,she went to her room and threw herself on the bed,eyes closed,but thoughts still lingering to those grey eyes who had chased her till her home all the way in her mind.
Why ?
She didn't knew.
But why she could not escape the magnetic force of his existance ? Why does she wanted to know more about him ?
Even though she was a mere dancer that no one has ever looked at with respect,why does those grey eyes looked at her with those kind feelings she always wanted to be looked at by.
Why he doesn't care that his reputation can shatter into pieces if someone saw him with her ?
Well,all of it brings her to one and only memory...when it all started.
It all started years ago,when she helped a guy in rain, suffering from bruises after a harsh fight,hungry and wet,ready to die right there on that alleyway.
Thats where it all started.
~Sakura Sakka
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A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
Just like her peacock dance,her eyes moved around in search of her friend.But she wasn't there.Only that man,his head tilt to one side as if he was a mannequin with no heartbeat or emotions.But his deep grey eyes were still staring at her slender body,who was tired after such a beautiful gyrate.She tried to ignore him,not to look at him,but her eyes weren't listening to her plans.Once again,her set of green eyes locked with his grey ones,and she felt as if all the energy left from her body through her legs and vanished in thin air.Her head started to spin,her mind became foggy and her forehead getting wet with sweat.She wanted to run away from his firey eyes but didn't knew how to,when she felt a tap on her shoulder and got startled.Behind her was her friend,looking at her with concern in her eyes as if already knowing that something was wrong with her.Then,at that sudden moment,she realized that everyone was clapping and cheering for her in the audience,and she was deaf to all of it,just because her mind was all focused on that Man!
"You look pale,lets get you some rest,"
her friend whispered in her ear and she nodded in return.With a little bow to the audience,they left the stage,still knowing that those grey eyes were following her untill she disappeared behind the curtains.
....
He was standing infront of this huge mirror in the bathroom that was stained with red lipstick patches and phone numbers written with markers.Yet he was looking at himself,at his grey eyes that has always make him prominent in this society.Those eyes,right now were looking sad and gloomy and he knew how to cure it,as he took his hand in the pocket of his suit and bring out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.Within few minutes,the bathroom was filled with smoke, saddness and heartbreak.
....
It was midnight when she entered her house,opening the old rusty door with keys.The room was dark as always,filled with smell of alcohol and cigarettes.In that dark room she can clearly look around at the mess due to the lights coming from Tv with the loud noises of laughter coming from the sitcom presenting on it.Infront of the television,on the floor,her father laying down,wasted like always.She looked at him with pity, covering her face with her arm to stop the stingy smell from entering her nostrils.
She turned off the television,cleaned the room,washed the dishes and then covered the old man with a blanket,who was still snoring,reeking of alcohol.
Tired with all her muscles aching like hell,she went to her room and threw herself on the bed,eyes closed,but thoughts still lingering to those grey eyes who had chased her till her home all the way in her mind.
Why ?
She didn't knew.
But why she could not escape the magnetic force of his existance ? Why does she wanted to know more about him ?
Even though she was a mere dancer that no one has ever looked at with respect,why does those grey eyes looked at her with those kind feelings she always wanted to be looked at by.
Why he doesn't care that his reputation can shatter into pieces if someone saw him with her ?
Well,all of it brings her to one and only memory...when it all started.
It all started years ago,when she helped a guy in rain, suffering from bruises after a harsh fight,hungry and wet,ready to die right there on that alleyway.
Thats where it all started.
~Sakura Sakka
© All Rights Reserved
