HIS VISTA

I cupped her beautiful, chubby cheeks. Her face looked too

cute between my hands. She only gazed into my eyes for a

moment before her nervousness started kicking in and

looked around giggling slightly. That was something she

did when she would be nervous. Giggle slightly. And,

things took an intense turn when I kissed her cheek. She

pushed me.

"Azaan." she groaned as she rubbed her cheek.

Correction. Pink freckled cheek.

I chuckled as I handed her my handkerchief.

"You'll need it more often." I told her as I walked past her.

She ran behind me.

"Can I ask you something?" came her voice from behind.

Poor thing was trying to match my pace. Don't get me

wrong. I loved this woman to death. But, as much as I

loved her, I loved to tease her too. I loved it when she

would get all flustered and bothered.

I gently pulled her by circling my arm around her

shoulders in one swift second. Now, with my large arm

around her shoulders, her face pressed against my chest,

her ear pressed to my heart I wished for her to listen to

my wild heartbeat.

"One second. One second." came her nervous voice as she

tried to remove my arm. I loosened my hold a little bit.

"Can I ask you something?"

I hummed.

"What do you do at the hospital?"

I looked down at her. She was looking at me. Confusion

and curiosity smeared all over her face. Her slightly

bushy brows furrowed up in confusion and her black

mischievous eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her cheeks

flushed from obviously my doings and her hair a mess. A

beautiful mess.

I stopped walking and gently tucked a hair strand behind

her ear. She closed her eyes for a second. And, I

continued. Completely ignoring her question and the

surroundings.

Have you ever wondered what was I doing all this time at the

hospital? Of course, before my sickness. I was busy falling in

love with her. Did I have a real business there? No, she was

my business. Did I hold myself back? No, I let myself fall. Fall

for her. Because, as those freckled cheeks would turn slightly

pink, and those lips curved up into a beautiful smile, as those

fingers tucked those bangs behind her ear upon seeing me, I

couldn't help but fall for her.

There are some months in life that are unbelievable. And,

today as this beautiful yet outrageous woman has confessed

her feelings to me. I can say that I am one of the most

fortunate men you could ever find. Fortunate yet unfortunate.

As she sat explaining me the meaning of the flowers. The

meaning which I already know. I knew what she was going to

say. I knew it precisely. She had made it so obvious since, the

beginning. Ever since I introduced myself to her, ever since

she came along to the lake, ever since she got to know about

my engagement, ever since she rejected my gift and ever since

I rejected her bouquet. I could see it written all over her face,

it was in her voice, her eyes, her hand that held mine. It was

basically everywhere. And, now as I think about it. I wonder if

I was the one imagining these things. If I was the one who had

made it obvious.

"I think I have developed some sort of feelings for you. The

way I see it, it's like you are my happiness." her gaze was

lowered and she sounded so nervous. Her eyes were sparkling

with innocence and happiness, her black wild hair made me

want to hold them and play with them, and the pearl necklace

that she wearing. Oh, I couldn't even begin to describe how

beautiful it looked on her dainty neck. I could gaze it all day

long.

I knew her feelings were pure. So pure and so beautiful. I just

couldn't help but think about it all the time. My heart swelled

up with the thought of her having feelings for me. And, the

fact that she had so confidently shared them with me, made

the first move was driving me crazy. And, it was perhaps in

this moment that I realized that she was in love. I was in love.

Not just some unnamed feelings. It was love. We were in love.

In love for forever and always. I knew it didn't exist. Forever.

But I wish we had a chance. A chance to live somewhere

where forever existed. For if we did. I knew our love would be

forever.

To fall in love is like jumping off a cliff with no intent of

looking down at the bottom. You don't care if it's going to hurt

like hell when you hit the bottom. All you care about is just for

that short period of time, you felt like you could fly. And, man

I actually felt like I was flying. Flying with the most beautiful

and outrageous woman in my life. Was I scared? No, she

guarded my heart. And, when I did hit the bottom, it did hurt.

Why? Because she wasn't there with me. And, I was hollow

from the inside. My heart, my mind, my soul was with her.

That was my moment of undoing. That was when I knew I had

lost my heart. Lost my heart to the most beautiful yet

outrageous woman. Azaan had lost his heart to Romaisa.