A/N: This is the first story I've ever written in English (when I was 17) and it's unedited like my other stories, but is much worse, grammatically speaking. Consider yourself warned.
It may sound ridiculous, unreal even, but I knew the moment I saw him, deep down inside, that I was done for. Taken. Caught.
Love at first sight had always sounded ludicrous and stupid to me. Every time someone suggested it might exist – especially Isobel with her escapades – I would’ve laughed in their face, telling them it was impossible, because I truly believed – still do, as a matter-of-fact – that love grows within time, not in a matter of moments.
But when I walked in the sea promenade one sunny afternoon, I saw a guy standing at the shore in sweatpants and no shirt. I saw only his back, that muscular back, and his biceps and broad-shoulders. His skin looked gold, almost ethereal, while he stood beneath the sun. His jet-black hair was tousled and a bit longer than average for guys, which made him look even hotter – and I still didn’t see his face then.
I stopped just to watch him, feeling something inside of me stirring. Like a recognition of some kind, as if I knew him... yet I didn’t. Confused, I just stood there in my shorts and shirt, Flanny, my Siberian Husky, sitting obediently next to me, her head touching my thigh.
I have no idea for how long I stood there, just watching that guy’s back while he stretched his muscles, but when he finished, apparently, he turned from the sea so I could see his profile just for a moment before he started running along the shore. At that small moment, my heart had stopped. Because even by his profile, I could tell he was handsome. Even too handsome, to be frank. Strong jaw with a bit bristles, Roman-straight nose, and even from afar, I could see his eyes-color – greenish-blue, just like the sea.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t walk away, even minutes after he was gone. My heart-rate escalated, my eyes were open-wide and I even gaped a little. I was stunned. If it weren’t for my dog, who started pushing at my legs with her gray-white furred body, I would’ve probably stood there all day long. So I collected myself and kept our walk.
But even if my posture looked normal, my insides were all mush, my face slightly flushed, my heart beating like mad, my knees weak. The recognition inside me pulled at me, made me crave that man, for an unknown reason, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, while I was just a seventeen-year-old girl. But it didn’t matter for that feeling of recognition, of knowing something about that man. I wanted to know why he stirred that emotion inside me just by his looks, but I guessed no answer would be found. The city was big, and there were many hot guys in it. He was just one of the million who lived here. So I had to forget him, because meeting him again was not an option – even if he even paid any attention to someone like me.
With that thought in mind, I ordered myself to forget about the mysterious guy and continue with my life. Because, honestly, my reaction to the sight of him was irrational. How could anyone feel all those things by just looking at a guy, not even at his face at that, whom they don’t know and never met before? I wished I knew, and wished the feeling that nudged me to think about him, to seek him, would disappear.
Little did I know then, that it was not even the start. It was the preamble of something bigger than I would’ve ever imagined.
And so, my story begins.