A Thousand Colors

Cassadrei's POV

The world came alive with a thousand colours. One minute, I was standing and talking to Michael, the next he was kissing me. I felt a sudden rush of warmth course through my veins, and instead of withdrawing... I rather allowed it. I didn't want to know what was happening, nothing of that sort mattered anymore. More or less everything is trivial right now, what mattered is this moment and….him. 

What was mere seconds, felt like an eternity to me. As if, time has been split into broadly two categories, the moments before the kiss and the ones that shall come after it. I tried hard to concentrate, to make sense of what was happening, but a overwhelming sense of giddiness captured my head. I was drowning in an unknown pull of emotions, one I had no control over.