He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat back against the couch, gazing into the midnight sky. With each and every sip of the smooth classic roast coffee, his mind was penetrated and overly flooded with various images of his beautiful Gothic angel. He missed her to no end. Missed almost everything about her. To him, she was dead. But the funny thing was, she was living and breathing. He loved her, treasured her, treated her like the angel she was. But life and love and be such a cruel game on humans who dare try and embrace it's horrific ways. As he looked towards the sky, he wondered were did he go wrong? Were did he screw up? He done everything correct, treated her nicely, acted like the perfect friend, but this entire finale was not what he had in mind. He closed his eyes and thought back to the first time they meet.
He was at a cafe as usual drinking a nice hot cup of Classic Roast coffee enjoying a very delectable book when his blue eyes feel upon the beauty that was her. She looked like a beautiful, lovely, gorgeous black rose dancing to life. She wore a complete black dress, her long silky black hair flowing down her back, and had this wonderful aroma to her. The scent of roses. He was instantly attracted to her and to her beauty. It was all so magical. She went and walked to a table across the area from him. As she sat down, he finally noticed her face. It was perfectly shaped as if she was made out of marble and an expert sculptor had come to sculpt such beautiful and perfect details.
It took him a couple of minutes but he finally found deep down the courage inside of him to gt up and walk to her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he drew nearer. When he was behind her, he took a deep breathe and said a very quick prayer then open his mouth to speak.
“Excuse me miss,” his voice was a bit shaken, but at least she turned around to see him. “I was wondering if you are in solitude here, I might be able to join you. If, of course, you do not mind.” She gave this very adorable smile.
“If and only if you can get me a cup of vanilla iced coffee.” Feeling around for change, he quickly ran up to the front counter and ordered one vanilla iced coffee. He rushed back presenting the beverage to her. She took a sip nodding a very satisfactory smile and motioned her arm towards the solemn chair across the small, round table across from her. He pulled out the wooden chair and sat down. With his heart pounding, he took a sip of the hot beverage as he gazed upon her, lost in translation of what to say.
“Sorry if I seem rude, but are you just going to goggle at me like a bird, or are you going to talk?” She gave a mini laugh. After clearing his throat, he began to speak.
“Excuse me, I just had to take a sip and figure out how to speak clearly again. You see, I come here often and very rarely do I find someone who looks so intriguing that I have to try and create a conversation with. The last time I talked to anyone was a rather long time ago. But, oh wait, I am terribly sorry, I completely forgot to give you my name. How foolish of me. My name is Clive Brown.” He extended his arm and she embraced it with a little laugh. “now if I am so bold as to ask the, what is your name?”
“For now until I get to know you better, you can call me Fleurs du Mal. It is French for Flowers of Evil. They call me that because I wear all black and black is suppose to be associated with evil and sin. I think that the color black is just underrated because of its bad reputation. I wear it because I am just attracted to the color. I see that you wear black too. What is your reason?” He looked down and saw that he too was wearing black. He was ashamed that he completely noticed that little fact. Why he was really ashamed? Because he found his cheeks growing hot.
“Um,” He said trying to quickly think of an answer. “I am a writer for the Telegraph and because I have to work in an office and all, I have to dress professionally. Now, why the color black? Well, I just really like the color and I can not get any coffee stains on them.” Then he stopped himself when he realized that he just told a complete stranger that he spills coffee on himself. She gave a little laugh covering her mouth with her hand as she done so. He just smiled relieving his teeth then just shutting up, drinking more of his coffee.
“When you do talk, I take you do not really talk to girls, do you” She said with a smile, resting her head on her hand. He looked up, noticing that her eyes were both really dark. Something he never really noticed that much when it comes to the subject of women.
“No. Not really.” said taking a deep breathe, feeling his face cool off. “Most of the women I meet are usually old and behind a counter trying to punch out paper work. Not really young, beautiful, and -” He stopped himself when he heard what he just said. He wondered why is it he was so stpuid as Fleurs just laugh to herself. He that blush he worked to get rid of came back and now he wanted to just crawl into a hole and never come out.
“Wow!” She said leaning back. “That is deferentially a first in my book! Just, wow. That is truly shocking sense I do not get that a lot. So, what are you expecting me to say: “Ah, that is so sweet.” or “I think you are cute.”? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not at all attracted to guys based on appearance or looks. But by what there intellect, emotions, and speech. And from what I can tell, you have some hidden intellect that I have yet to see. You try your hardest to keep your emotions inside but at time just like recently they explode, relieving to me that you think that more than likely I am a beautiful woman. And from your speech, you tend I believe to tremble when you see a women that satisfies your desire to gaze upon us women. Am I correct or am I wrong?” He just sat back, trying his hardest to keep his jaw from dropping. But he thought about what he was going to say then leaned over so she can hear him clearly.
“You think you're smart, affective. Because you think you figured out my game. Well, pride is a handy substitute, when you've got no one but yourself to blame. By that, I mean that you just told me a little about yourself, Fraulein du Mal. You told me that just based on first encounters, you judge people by what they appear at first with out giving that person some time to fully flesh out what and who they really are. Now, as to answer your question, you are drastically wrong. In reality, the reason why I came over here to sit with you and to have a conversation with is solely because you looked alone and I thought why not I become a gentleman and sit by a lovely, Gothic young lady and keep her entertained. But obviously if you see me for what you happen to, then I must sadly say Au Revior for then I must go.” He got up, picked up his book in which now he was a little upset that he could not get more into, and began to leave. That was until he felt a thin, soft hand grabbing his arm. He looked down and saw the Fleurs was the culprit.
“Please, do not leave. I apologize if I seemed very rude. But if you must leave, then please allow me to walk with you for it seems that you still want some company and to be frank, I would also be grateful for a companion to continue our conversation with, that is if you do not mind Mr. Brown.” After thinking of shoving her off, he thought the better of himself and told her to come along.
Once outside, there was an instant relief over him. He loved the smell of nature, or what is left of nature in this steel and concrete forest he lived in, when he can find and get it. He loved it even more when a beautiful lady was with him.
“So, do you have a car or something to get you home or do you, like me, walk everywhere?” She gazed across the parking lot of the Cafe, then turned to him.
“I do not own nor do I really have any intentions of possessing a automobile, thank you very much. Look, if you do not require or even desire my companionship, then I will be on my merry way.” She was about to leave until he grabbed her arm gently with just a little force.
“It is not that,” He said with a gentle tone. “It is just that if you had a car, I was going to walk you to it sense I have quiet a long way to travel. I hope I did not offend you.” She just had a little smile on her face.
“You did not offend me my dear sir, I just merely thought it was a little bit of a one ditch effort to get rid of me. You are not the first man to sit by me in a public place and strike up a conversation with nor do I ever think that you will be the last. It is just that, my guys invite me to walk with them to there next destination only for me to discover that they only had the intentions for me to be walked to my vehicle and that was it. SO, when you asked me if I had one (a car), I was taken a little aback sense you are very much not at all like most guys. You are a lot politer than most. Also, if I have the right to say so myself, I do believe that we ought to get a better pace to were you are meant to be. Which, now that I am thinking about it, where are you meant to be, may I ask?” She turned around and had a bit of a goofy smile upon her face. Clive could not help but smile a little too. It was not everyday that he met someone of this enjoyment.
“Um, I am going to the Telegraph which is, as I am absolutely assure you are aware of, is bit far away. Which was the real reason why I asked about you having a car. Because if you did, I was going to offer to drive to my workplace so I can save the walk. But you are absolutely right, we ought to get a move on.” He lowered his hand into hers and they both turned and walked away from the cafe and onto the road.
As they walked, Clive noticed that Fleurs had a knack at observing flowers, plants, even once in a while cloths. He was impressed when she was able to identify such little things about the scenery like the age of some buildings by just their formation, taken into consideration of the terrifying gargoyles, and also the smell of the wonderful pastries whose aromas filled the air.
“You really enjoy the complex simpleness in life, do you?” He asked her as they continued their path.
“Yes I do.” She said with a strong confident voice. “I take them into consideration because no one in this time and century cares to do so. Look all around you! Who says you need objects like vehicles, televisions, or even a lot of money to be happy? Well, I say that if you feel like you need them, then you should try opening your eyes a little bit wider and try to take into account all that is around you. Like the smell of flowers, the intriguing designs of a spider's web, the sight of beautiful birds, little things like that that you just can not see on TV. Little things that require seeing them in person.”
“Well, well, well, looks like you are against technology then. Am I right or just trying to sound like I know you?” He said with a sly smile.
“You sound like you think you know. But silly boy, you still sadly do not understand me at all. Well, then again what do you expect? We just meet. But to truly understand me, then I suggest we spend some more time together so that way I can try and gain a trust in you so I can reviel my self to you. But for now, I am just going to play secretive and have you guess.”
“Then I won't Guess. If I know that there is an extremely high chance that I am going to be wrong when playing a guessing game with you, then there is no point in me trying to guess. I understand one of the reasons why you told me that but I will admit now that I never really hide anything from anyone. If you want to know anything about me then just ask away!” She just looked at him.
“Fine, if I can ask anything about you how about this: How long is your penis?” He busted out laughing like a maniac. Some people turned their faces and stalked him as they moved along.
“Sorry to burst your bubble but that is solely for my wife to know if I ever get one. One thing that I do doubt I will ever have the luxury to ever experience. Now, I must say good bye sense I am as of now at my place of work.” They both look at the Telegraph building. Fleurs looking sad that they could not continue speaking.
“So, I guess this really is good bye, is it?” She sounded a little bit disappointed
“Not really, I mean, you can come after I get done working and we can have dinner or go to the theatre house and get to talk a little bit and try to, as you so clearly stated, gain each others trust a little bit more. I get off at five o'clock. Well, your opinion?” She smiled, looked around, then cleared her voice.
“I will see you at five o'clock. See you then.” She gave him a little cute wink and walked away. Clive's heart was beating fast with blood, as with most hearts, as she walked away. He never fallen in love nor does he ever truly believe in love, but now he was starting to think that love could exist and thought that he just found it.
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