Wednesday, 4 January 2012


Its like... the spell has been broken.

She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The setting is familiar. The place is similar, if not the same to what she is used to. The person is, most definitely the same.

He smiles. She smiles back.

Her body is racked with a thousand shivers. No, not quite shivers ( and probably not a thousand of them either). More like palpitations?

/Heart, calm down./

"How are you?"

"I'm well..." she answers. A pause lingers, "How about you?" it has to be broken.

"Yeah, I'm good. Um, so much coming up ..." Small talk. The words don't really hold so much meaning. His voice, it does but, the feeling...

/Its not the same./

The palpitations keep on rising and subduing in a rhythm of their own.

"That's great. Good luck. See you around. " She flashes another bright smile.

/A little too bright maybe./

Off she goes.

The spell has, indeed, been broken.