Perfectionist || zero.1

― It all started with a simple touch and eye contact.

Your blur brown coffee crystal orbs met my bluish ones. The sparkles in them reminded me of the time I laid down next to my parents in the forest and watched the stars winking at us. I remember how my mom would cuddle with me at night when I was scared of lightenings and rainy days. My dad would play with my hair softly and would comfort me when I would wake up, screaming after having a nightmare.

Your soft bright skin smoothly touched my skin as you pulled me up from the ground. I stared at our hands that were locked together perfectly and wondered if we were made for each other.

Your tall figure gave away a lot about you. You looked like a celebrity.

I looked up at your beautiful pink lips. It perfectly formed a heart as you looked down at me concerned but I didn't mind it and had the desire to press mines to yours. It looked so delicious.

You were awkwardly looking at me, wondering when I will come back to my sense but I didn't want to. I wanted t admire everything about you as I had time.

My eyes stopped on the cute dot that was on your nose. It looked so cute on you and I didn't find it ugly or whatever people may call a mole. I preferred kissing it, over eating my favorite foods.

Why are you so perfect?

You completely changed my life with your perfection and I don't complain because I'm happy for meeting such a gorgeous human being. You are my goal to achieve.

It felt like hours before I snapped out of my thoughts and looked back at your eyes. They hold confusion and annoyance. You pulled away from me and raised an eyebrow before following the guy that was looking at me angrily.

But I was already drown in your scent. I was already under your perfection spell.

I followed you from behind, trying not to get any attention from the people around. I hide my face each time you turned your head in different directions and smiled to myself as I imagined you as my husband.

Few times, I found myself losing you in my sight but your blond hair gave you away.

You stepped into a luxury building and this only made me more obsess with you. You looked fancy and rich and not to forget that I saw the brand you were wearing. Gucci. You are perfect.

I tried to follow you in but the guards stopped me mid way. They asked for my ID and then threw me out of the building.

I was nearly in the verge of crying like a baby. Tears gathered in my eyes and I hold them back forcefully.

I sat on a nearby bench and searched on internet about the company you work in but I wasn't able to look through the employees' pictures but suddenly, I saw your picture.

You had blue hair in the picture and looked so fucking hot and gorgeous. You were posing for the camera and that Gucci black coat suited you so much.

I looked down at the caption under the picture and my eyes nearly popped out of the place. You were both the CEO and one of the models of the company. You were famous and popular.

I was scolding myself for never noticing your existence but I wished something bigger than my heart. I wanted you to be mine. I wanted to mark you as mine.

But how? Well, that's where things became difficult for me. I had no idea and I felt hopeless about it. After all these years, I have finally founded someone that I fell in love in the first sight but you were so unreachable and that made me depress.

I walked through the rainy streets without an umbrella and didn't mind the wind hitting my skin and the chills that were all over my body.

I was desperate and wanted you but you were too far.

My heel hit the floor harshly and I lost my balance. I fell again for the second time but the difference was that I was completely wet.

I hold onto nearby wall and pushed myself up but my injured ankle hold me back from walking and the pain increased by each step.

The streets were empty and I was the only one there.

Suddenly the lights of a store turned on and brightened the pitch-black street.

I looked at the shop curiously. Weird.

It was called : Magic Shop