Wings of Desire ❤

Freya

Like a silver lining,

In the storm of clouds,

He was an answer,

To my endless prayers.

FREYA

It was him. My violet eyes. I was not that straight forward to look into his eyes directly or even at him all through the chem class. But with reaction of girls around including my committed best friends, he was gorgeous. And yes, he was, more than gorgeous. He was angelic, painting perfect. He was a girl's dream boy. He was tall, with excellent physique accompanied with messy dark brown hair resting carelessly yet perfectly on his forehead. And then there were his violet eyes.

He was good at studies too. He was too good to be true. It took me whole chemistry class to gather up courage to ask him again about if we have met before.

First I thought he was too chatty and trying to impress Ms. Tanya, like she needed to be impressed anymore. But then when he said something about saving me, I realised.

He was preventing Ms. Tanya to reach me for asking questions. How did he know I was bad at chem? Was my doodling with pen a giveaway of my nervousness? Nevertheless, I hated being humiliated and he saved me from that.

I was grateful but when I came face to face with him after the class and his eyes, I couldn't help it.

I blurted out my question with absolute desperation. I will later kick myself for weirding out a total handsome guy but I had to know if he was actually owner of my violet eyes? He was not an imagination; he was there that horrible night.

And even though I didn't knew him and his has eyes haunted me for too long, oddly I felt very secure in his presence, like he would not only take chem questions on my behalf but any other vicious thing that comes my way.

Yeah, I know I had these asinine instincts now and then.

The look in those eyes mystified me, like I was not only familiar to him but also he cared for me. I had to force myself to stop thinking that way. This boy was way out of my league and I preferred being alone.

The question I asked surprised him a little but more than that he was worried, why?

After a moment he said in voice that could capture your mind and heart, "I wish I had met you before, but no we haven't met before. And eyes like mine are rare not nonexistent."

The way he said it felt he was not lying but not telling the truth either. Is it possible? I guess whatever he spoke with that voice and face sounded like a prayer.

"If you say so." I muttered and turned away to leave.

I became conscious that I was alone with this boy in the class and that I will be late for my next if I stayed there.

"You never answered me about if you need my help with chemistry?" He asked behind me sounding amused.

"If situation gets out of hand I will tell you then." I answered as diplomatically as possible and left the classroom.

I sighed in relief, it was one intense conversation.

Next day I noticed Alexander was not in my Biology class, maybe he disliked it and since we had no Chem is didn't see him and I felt miserable for some reason.

I can't be love sick after a meeting?

It was a week of pure misery and then I saw him. Where was he all these days?