I tilt my head a bit to look at the person standing right beside me. His icy green eyes stare blankly at the street that lays in front of us…somehow trough the buildings and even the mountain behind them. He’s lost in thought once again, probably drowning in the vast ocean of his problems, planning something for today… tomorrow, or he’s simply trying to find an easy way to get rid of the annoying me(I inwardly chuckle at that thought). The sun rays gently make their way trough the thickness of green leaves, caressing his raven-dark hair, giving it a strange reddish and violet glow. Red betrays his passion, perhaps for life or for the too many hobbies he has, while the cold and eerie purple suggests a certain melancholy that lies deep within his soul. “Did something happen?” I ask him attentively. “Nothing” he answers briefly, exhaling smoke from his cigarette and enveloping me again in the thick mist of incertitude. I can only suppose it was a lie… there’s always something…it’s just that he’s never willing to share his burden…never willing to give away his emotions…It must be his favorite game…the way he runs away from the subject of a conversation( when he doesn’t like it, of course), by bringing up another thing to discuss, an interesting one, just to keep you busy, to deviate your thoughts towards another route until you’ve completely forgotten what you were trying so hard to snatch from him. If he knows what he’s doing, he’s pretty smart; if he doesn’t…he’s just lucky because he usually gets his way with it. ‘Vlad………?” “Hmm…?” He turns his attention to me, green eyes gazing questioningly into my own, searching an answer mostly into their depths than into my words. Green eyes that should never be believed match almost perfectly his dark locks…A liar who never likes to be made fun of, but who still manages somehow to make a fool of himself, just for entertainment…and then there’s the red- pure fire running trough his veins, making him sometimes a troublemaker, or a person who lives too fast and tastes too many things at once to actually have a clear view of his life’s essence. Always changing…always in search for something new, better… His name, an old Slavic name which means ’ruler’ describes both strength and popularity. A good friend, indeed, but at the same time a dangerously hard bitten enemy. One should not be fooled by his lean muscles…and even if they won’t do the job he’ll find a way out. Honestly I’ve never tasted the bitter flavor of his rage and wrath, but I’m not looking forward to do it either…I know he could do me if he’d want to, because I’ve tasted his strength…trough his kiss…forceful, dominating, breath-taking…as if there’s no tomorrow… I hold his gaze for a while, trying to figure out if he can read me or not. Of course he can’t…he’s not wasting his precious time on that, no matter how easy it would be considering the similarities between us…It doesn’t matter. I feel better that way… safer… “I have to leave” I lie to him to see if he’s being paying attention to my words. ‘I have things to do at home’. “Oh…Okay…I’ll see you later then…” I did tell him that morning that I had nothing to do for the day, so I take a few steps and simile at his mild indifference, a treat that I’ve always wanted to assume…He’s not transparent…I can’t see clearly trough him…so there’s always going to be something to intrigue me about him…
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