Fetish.

You passed by me. Your Scarlet hair blew over your shoulders and a mild fragrance touched my palate. I looked back and saw your fragile back walking away from me. My heart pounded so loudly that everything else around me turned deaf. I could feel my pulse rising and I became eager to see your face. Howeve, the green light turned red and you disappeared from my sight. I thought I lost you, I thought I would never see your face and I thought that it just wasn't meant to be. But I guess I was wrong the whole time.

We met. It was really an unexpected meeting. And also surprising. I was at the library reading a book called, "Can love bring surprises?" I was at an empty table. All for myself because that's how I like it.

I was at a very beautiful scene. What happens is that the boy finally confesses to the girl. You might be thinking why it must be beautiful when its just the same old story. But, there's a twist to it. The boy was in a coma for the past thirteen years and yet the girl waited for him to wake just in the belief that it was her best friend. She had no extra emotions for him. She didn't know how he felt about her. But she was surprised when his first words were 'Will you marry me?'

What do you think must have happened? Did she say yes or did she reject him because a love can never succeed unless both of them share the same feelings.

Anyway, I was about to know the climax of the story when something distracted me. It was a very pretty thing that caught my eye. It was a pair of red lips.

It might sound insane but the entire time from the time my gaze were set on her lips till the time she left, my eyes never left the color of her red an plush lips.

I had given up at this time. I thought I wouldn't be lucky enough to see her again. I mean I always hoped but luck is just the other side of the same coin. Heads you lose, tails you win.

My heart pounded so loudly that day, I thought I was going to die because I saw the fascinating death of me. She was magnificent. Like a sculpture made from gold or rather, if I have to say in a dark way, made from deepest of the blood.

At this point, I thought of speaking a few good words to her. Maybe a formal greeting or even an exchange of a smile would make me content.

But it wasn't easy. Coincidents and accidents are rare. I never got to see her again. Months passed but my longing to see her wouldn't fade. Rather, it grew each minute and It does sound stalker-ish but I was getting a little vexed.

Right now, I only knew how her lips curved and how her hair blew. I can't stop thinking about her...It's like she plagued my mind. No, my entire body. I can't sleep well, I can't eat well and my scores have dramatically dropped.

I asked myself what I have to do to forget her. What will make me be normal again and what will stop me from this strange addiction.

However, I didn't get an answer.

I hoped to see her again. Guess all I was doing was incessantly wishing for something that wasn't written for me.

But I think people need to start believing in fate and stuff because life gives us so many surprising and unexpected things. It gave me one too...

All I remember was that it was a summer night and I was locked up in a room. The smell of cigrettes, strong cologne and alchohol was heavy in the air. And then the door opened and her lips that I thought I would die without seeing, was spread wide like a grim reaper.