Another ManA Story by YahYa MoollaVery short romantic piece. Inspired by personal experience.I stepped into the room. Dimly lit. Shallow surroundings suffocating me. I was not accustomed to these black dress fittings. So I walked through the crowd, feeling the hot gaze as i passed by. Burning into the back of my neck. For all i knew, Clark Kent stood hidden in the crowd, etching a burning hole through me. The crowd parted slightly, the density slowly faded. The lights seemed brighter. The suffocation ceased in an instant. My heart beat. I was alive, but barely. The joy fluttered by. Fast. On the hands of another man. She stood there. Smiling. Laughing. That special glow emminating off of her. I stood, with a hand to my chest. I avoided her gaze as she looked at me, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left. Every impulse said look away, but my head turned and I smiled. There i stood. In the most awkward position made available to me. I was alone. And so i stood there with a lopsided smile on my face. Watching the woman i had loved forever walk away. She walked away gracefully. On the hands of another man.
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4 Reviews Added on January 3, 2011 Last Updated on January 3, 2011 AuthorYahYa MoollaJohannesburg, Guateng, South AfricaAboutI am a 20 year old male living and working in South Africa. I am currently employed by Dimension Data, Internet Solutions. I am a Network Engineer and serve the role and duties of a Monitoring Agent. .. more.. |


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