Two Worlds - Part 1

She loved the look in his eyes when he stared straight into hers, but it was always a fleeting moment because she would will herself to look away. She never quite figured out why, even at times when he gently coerced her chin back towards his gaze she would resist. Sometimes she doesn't, but mostly she does, and ends up wondering why she would resist when she loves it so much. That adoring look she just can't get enough of.

When that happens, he would always ask, "What are you thinking about?" with a half smile. She would smile back, "Oh, nothing..."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, ok."

"Ok then."

The silence usually deafened her. Why was it that whenever they got intimate he would be so silent, and that gaze, that gaze seemed to trap her, in a nice way, if that was possible. Mostly he was animated, spoke of his life, shared his dreams, and when he was too excited, expletives would make her cringe, but as long as they aren't directed at her, she was fine. But when he gazes, it brings her to another world, almost.

"Did anyone tell you that you have beautiful eyes?" She managed.

"Not from someone who's eyes are just as beautiful, no. Not at all..."

"You're just sweet-talking me..."

"Sweet is a bonus, the truth is what matters." He looked away. Finally!

"Come, let's get out of here, and get something to drink, I'm thirsty." Said he, and proceeded to start the engine. Almost immediately, he became that chatty person again, joking about how he left the house without his car keys that morning, asking if she was available for dinner sometime soon, and swearing at a taxi driver that he passionately feels shoudn't have gotten his license, then realised it was a her instead. She was amazed, why does it seem like he was two seperate persons?

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decided to write some crap. i'll see if i'll continue it. i have the "moral" of the story in my head (that's how i came up with the title) now i just need a plot. as usual, i'm writing in the third person, i don't think i understand women enuff to write as one in the first person.