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He couldn't help but watch as the woman doubled back. He kept himself hidden from sight as she slowly began to retrace her steps. He didn't want to be seen, but he needed to do this. She slowly got to her knees and began tracing her fingers along the stone path. He knew what she was looking for. She rose again and placed her hands on her hips. The hidden spectator smiled as he realized that she's been so accustomed to society that even when nobody is around, she acts based on if people were. Putting her hands on her hips shows "attitude" and individuality.
Of other importance, she was getting flustered. Her mouth formed into a worry that creased her beautiful skin in a way no beauty should be flawed. He had his own plans for her beauty. She began walking out of the alleyway and onto the beaten path. A blatant sigh passed her lips as she looked back into the alley with almost contempt. She was upset at the darkness for hiding what she sought. The darkness didn't hide it though.
She turned around and looked at the empty street. The man slowly rose from his camouflaged covert. "Excuse me, miz?" He said slowly and politely. She turned with a startled look on her face, and her black bangs fell in front of her eyes, but just a little. A stutter came through as she said, "Yes?"
The sweet light-red lipstick she wore on top of her beautiful head of velvet-black hair, just past ear length. Long enough contrast with her pale skin, but short enough to seem creative. Her eyes, oh my. He could see her eyes so clearly in the dark, they were so bright that even about five meters away they shone. Literally, he thought, They really do shine.
"Were you looking for this?" He asked, doing his best at keeping cool. Against his thoughts of fret and worry, she said, "My earring? Where did you...How?" She seemed awe-struck by the situation. Looking for the better part of fifteen minutes fruitlessly, to turn around and have some kind man with exactly what she needed. As he returned the item he tried to make small talk.
"You do know how late it is, right?" He said, his eyes unwavering as he looked down into hers. He'd been watching for so long, and there was nothing like seeing them up close. He'd actually dreamed of this moment. Longed for it as one does their true love.
"Yes, well, sometimes I'm just too busy to worry about what people think of me." Against everything he'd previously known. Then why place her hands on her hips? Why would she bother with make-up, lipstick, a buoyant haircut? He saw through her facade. This is what his mother had meant when she had told him of all the liars in the world. Just like Eve, who fooled Adam into damnation, this woman with her lies, she's so deep in her lies that even she doesn't know it. He'd have to set her free.
"Miz, I apologize. I don't believe that you know as much about yourself as I do. Let me show you what I know."
He couldn't help but watch as the woman doubled back. He kept himself hidden from sight as she slowly began to retrace her steps. He didn't want to be seen, but he needed to do this. She slowly got to her knees and began tracing her fingers along the stone path. He knew what she was looking for. She rose again and placed her hands on her hips. The hidden spectator smiled as he realized that she's been so accustomed to society that even when nobody is around, she acts based on if people were. Putting her hands on her hips shows "attitude" and individuality.
Of other importance, she was getting flustered. Her mouth formed into a worry that creased her beautiful skin in a way no beauty should be flawed. He had his own plans for her beauty. She began walking out of the alleyway and onto the beaten path. A blatant sigh passed her lips as she looked back into the alley with almost contempt. She was upset at the darkness for hiding what she sought. The darkness didn't hide it though.
She turned around and looked at the empty street. The man slowly rose from his camouflaged covert. "Excuse me, miz?" He said slowly and politely. She turned with a startled look on her face, and her black bangs fell in front of her eyes, but just a little. A stutter came through as she said, "Yes?"
The sweet light-red lipstick she wore on top of her beautiful head of velvet-black hair, just past ear length. Long enough contrast with her pale skin, but short enough to seem creative. Her eyes, oh my. He could see her eyes so clearly in the dark, they were so bright that even about five meters away they shone. Literally, he thought, They really do shine.
"Were you looking for this?" He asked, doing his best at keeping cool. Against his thoughts of fret and worry, she said, "My earring? Where did you...How?" She seemed awe-struck by the situation. Looking for the better part of fifteen minutes fruitlessly, to turn around and have some kind man with exactly what she needed. As he returned the item he tried to make small talk.
"You do know how late it is, right?" He said, his eyes unwavering as he looked down into hers. He'd been watching for so long, and there was nothing like seeing them up close. He'd actually dreamed of this moment. Longed for it as one does their true love.
"Yes, well, sometimes I'm just too busy to worry about what people think of me." Against everything he'd previously known. Then why place her hands on her hips? Why would she bother with make-up, lipstick, a buoyant haircut? He saw through her facade. This is what his mother had meant when she had told him of all the liars in the world. Just like Eve, who fooled Adam into damnation, this woman with her lies, she's so deep in her lies that even she doesn't know it. He'd have to set her free.
"Miz, I apologize. I don't believe that you know as much about yourself as I do. Let me show you what I know."
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