Stolen Heart Descriptive Writing

The Stolen Heart

I recalled the moment I first met her, it was the corner of her smile that hooked itself slow and firmly to the realm of my heart. The lights shimmered as she waltzed in. The chattering stopped. All eyes diverted to her. Her smooth, silky hair flew with her every move. Her hair reached mid-length of her back which sculpted her slim, slender figure. Her lips red and plump with a slight hint of moisture making it glisten under the light, as if it seducing me, urging me to take a bite of the juiciness of it. In my eyes, she was a goddess that came to life. As she walked through the crowd, people immediately swarmed away and made way for her to pass through. As she drew closer, everything seemed much quieter and more distant, as if time had frozen just to stare at the flawless goddess.

I was cradled up in the corner all wet and damp, with my face covered in dirt and bruises when she passed by. I shield my injured face from her view, feeling unworthy to be noticed by such a beauty. As the clicking of her heels became louder, the mixed emotions of fear and hope took over me. I peeked through my fingers only to be greeted with the earnest expression on her face near mine when her eyes met mines. I was drowning in the

I could the wind blowing against me, as if it was chasing me, catching my like it is a game of catch, I’m the mouse, and he’s the catcher. My palms was getting sweatier, my face was getting warmer the further away I ran. My mind screamed run, run! But my body simply cannot cope with it. Just around the corner, I saw multiple doors lined in the corridor. Instantaneously, I reached for the handle of the closet door and hid inside. “Whoo. What a narrow escape.” I mumbled as I let out a huff of breath. Immediately, I retrieved the photo frame from my pocket, it felt warming on my chest. I stared lovingly at it as if it was my long lost