5 June 2012
She was the most beautiful creature man had ever seen, capturing every ones attention as she gracefully seemed to float across the floor, her brown curls, now quite heavily decorated with the falling snowflakes that surrounded her, dancing almost joyfully around her slim shoulders as they caressed her pale neck. A silence, so loud it almost deafened, fell upon those in her presence. Beneath the loose hanging, almost dull t-shirt, you could almost make out the two small perfect shaped breasts, which lifted slightly, with every step, marking the beginning of her curves. These same curves ended with her swaying hips that were tightly hugged by a pair of old, worn jeans. Her deep brown hazel eyes gazed from beneath her tousled fringe, filled with innocence, serenity, in spite of the havoc that ruled her soul. Her existence stopping time, stopping heartbeats, though, somewhere, beneath all this glory, a tint of fear could be found. A fear that gripped around her heart so fiercely, that she herself was kept as silent as her admirers. A fear that held not only the future, but also the past and present, a fear so gripping, imagination would never reach. The sound of her bare feet sinking into the snow seemed to be the only thing that broke the stillness of her surroundings.
As a gentle, icy breeze tenderly blew her hair away from her china-like face, gasps were uttered from every soul, whom had been caught by her appearances, as she revealed a scar that stretched from the corner of her eye, and down to the faint feminine outline of her collarbone. Whether this added to her beauty, or simply failed to make a difference, was one of many questions lacking answers, but even the scar itself seemed to have a peculiar spellbinding energy about it, though her eyes were somewhat unsuccessful in disguising her shame. Her audience became restless, as a slight muttering drifted among them, though no words were spoken, and the air became thick with uneasiness. Not one dared to let a word pass their lips, even though most of them were dying to break out of this surreal, mesmerizing yet terrifying state the young woman had set them in.
She paused shortly, suddenly realizing that life around her had paused, and that she had attracted many an eye. Startled by that fact, she quickened her pace, lifting her pale arms to shelter her face from the heavily falling snow. Stumbling blindly through the hectic frenzy of snowflakes, she stifled a cry, as the cold seemed to bite at her naked arms. She paid no attention to where she was going, but let her feet lead the way as her thoughts began to take over.
Beauty; Draft • Opuss № I