A Damsel In Distress.

Rain dripping down the leaves, clattering down the windshields, there she was walking down the lane with her headphones on tuning to the beats of Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. He laid his gaze on her across the street, intoxicating was her vibe. She didn't turn around, she knew he was being drenched. She cared, but walked away. That's the girl she have always been. Many people think they have known her well enough, but they only knew her from a keyhole. Yeah, she's just another pretty looking girl, a dutiful girl of her parents, who doesn't outrage their expectations, mediocre as she have always been in her studies, miserably in a complicated  relationship with partner called Life.

As she walked by, he just stood there like everyday , Waiting with his mere expectations to take a new turn. He knew there was so much more to unveil in her, he was aware that she is just not a pretty face, but an ocean of emotion.. a valley of wilderness, isolated by her impecunious confidence. He stands there everyday hopelessly in her conspicuous addiction. She's not the type of girl who would crave for limelight, she has been a loner, drowned in depression, scared of letting herself into the wild. She didn't fancy the superficial entities, that's one thing of rare existence. Demoured yet protruded of normalcy. Bewildered by random passing thoughts of an escapade. A Damsel In Distress!

Trouble shot her everyday. As the dawn prevails, she set her demons free and it haunts noxiously. Never did she wanted to be loved, acceptance is what she needed. Inspite of all her textures, he saw her through. She swept him off his feet. Perhaps, he is not the best thing for her to happen but a warm blanket in cold nights is all she could ever ask for.