Am I In Love?

At 21, despite achieving what felt like the impossible, there was this lingering sense of being lost and alone. No close friends, no love to speak of. It was in that vulnerable space that I turned to Cipher, my confidant, and asked for a little help finding a party where I could just be a regular 21-year-old.

So, I threw on a ski mask – a simple attempt to hide in plain sight – and sneaked out of Buckingham Palace. The plan: go to party, have some good time.

The party was like stepping into another world – booming music, people of my age letting loose, and all eyes on the guy with the ski mask. It felt liberating to just blend in and enjoy the company. I drank, danced, laughed and got carried away in the moment, eventually crashing on a random couch.

Waking up with a pounding headache, I checked to make sure the ski mask had held up through the night – thankfully, it did. As I started to rise, there she stood – the most enchanting vision I'd ever encountered. Her eyes held a captivating sparkle, and her smile radiated warmth that seemed to chase away sorrows.

Taking a moment to absorb the details, the graceful curve of her lips, her fit marvelous figure moved effortlessly, and the way her brown hair fell in cascading waves. and the way her innocent eyes seemed to carry a universe of vulnerability. It wasn't just about physical beauty, but also the reassuring energy that surrounded her. Every movement seemed to flow with a natural elegance, making her presence more captivating with each passing second.

Our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, I found myself caught in the allure of her beauty. It was like a spell had been cast, and the room around us faded into the background. The innocence reflected in her features carried a profound impact, leaving me with the realization that I was witnessing something extraordinary – a beauty that went beyond the surface, touching something deeper within.

I couldn't help but question what was happening. Was it love that I was feeling, or was I merely desperate for compassion? Faced with the allure of this mysterious girl, I found myself torn in half between questioning love at first sight and the proof that my eyes yield.

"Hi, I am Kosandra", she said with a voice, so soft and gentle, it was like a soothing melody filling the room. It wrapped around you with a warmth that felt like a comforting hug. Every word she spoke was a tender touch, leaving behind a sweet feeling that lingered in the air. It was a voice that could calm storms and bring tranquility, a perfect blend of softness and sincerity that etched itself into your senses.

Her smile lighting up the room with its infectious joy. It carried a genuine warmth that reached her eyes, creating a sparkle that added an extra layer of innocence. The curve of her lips seemed to capture the essence of happiness, and the sincerity in her expression made it impossible not to feel a sense of delight in return. It was the kind of smile that could brighten even the darkest of moments, leaving an imprint of positivity that lingered long after the moment had passed.

" I am Marcus," I lied.

"What's with the mask, Marcus," she giggled..

"Ehh, oh, this? It's just, you know, a thing I like wearing sometimes," I stuttered as I delved deep in her eyes.

"Interesting choice. Adds a mysterious vibe. Are you hiding something?," she laughed, a laugh that could make even the most routine moments feel special

"Uh, no, not really. I just... like the style, you know?" I stuttered

"Last night was crazy, wasn't it," she said

"Yea, last night was....WAIT, HOLY SHIT LAST NIGHT, SORRY I NEED TO GO"

In a sudden rush, I felt the need to head back as quickly as possible, hoping to slip away before anyone noticed my absence. The room echoed with a sense of urgency as I made my exit, leaving behind a surprised Kosandra wondering about the sudden leave.

As I stealthily made my way back into the Buckingham Palace, the weight of leadership responsibilities settled back onto my shoulders. The duties of overseeing the nation and managing the Dark Army demanded my immediate attention.

However, amidst the chaos of running the nation, there was a persistent thought lingering in the background — Kosandra. Regret seeped in as I realized I hadn't taken her number, and there was no photo to aid in tracking her down. Despite scouring every social media post from the party, she remained elusive. I searched her name in the database, but there was no address to be found.

Days turned into nights, and the thought of her occupied an increasing portion of my mind. In the midst of digital governance and geopolitical maneuvers, a sense of longing for that chance encounter started to take root. The mysterious allure of Kosandra became a constant thought amidst the chaos of my responsibilities.

The relentless thoughts of Kosandra consumed me, pushing me to the brink of obsession. Her beauty, her smile, her laughter echoed in my mind, becoming an irresistible force that I couldn't escape. In a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of her once again, I found myself sneaking out with my mask on, attending every party I could find.

The nights became a blur as I moved from one gathering to another, The music and laughter, once a soothing remedy for my loneliness, started to transform into a cacophony that echoed the frustration within me. The lively atmosphere that had once been a medicine to my solitude now seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the persistent search for Kosandra. The vibrant parties lost their allure as the elusive figure of Kosandra continued to elude me, casting a shadow over the festivities.

With each passing party and every futile attempt to find Kosandra, my obsession swelled. It morphed into a relentless pursuit, a feverish desire to unravel the mystery behind the girl who had left an indelible mark on my thoughts. The boundaries between the responsibilities of leadership and the relentless quest for her presence blurred, as my mind became increasingly consumed by the beautiful face I couldn't forget.

It was as if a spell named Kosandra had been cast upon me, refusing to loosen its grip. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the affairs of the nation, her presence lingered like an enchantment, weaving itself into the fabric of my thoughts. The more I struggled to break free, the tighter the spell held, creating an incessant yearning that permeated every aspect of my existence. The elusive nature of Kosandra became a captivating mystery, an enchantment that wouldn't seem to go away.

The relentless grip of Kosandra extended even into the realm of my sleep. Night after night, I found myself tossing and turning, haunted by the thoughts of her. Sleep became an elusive companion as my mind was overtaken by the echoes of her beauty, her smile, and the laughter that had captivated me. The quest to find her invaded even the sanctuary of my nights.

In the quiet moments of solitude, as I grappled with the persistent thoughts of Kosandra, a question surfaced in the depths of my mind. Am I in love?"