Twilight

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The truth about every story?



They all start with the STARE.

The first stage. The silent, noisy prelude. Sometimes planned, sometimes accidental, but the latter provides the greater excitement.

The stare is essential in a story.


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They say that when you meet the person of your dreams, time stops.

When I saw her, time stopped.

And moved on.

When I saw another her, time halted again.

And moved on.

When I saw another her again, time stopped again.

And went on again.

This was just about it, for a couple of times.

But when I saw HER...


Time froze. As if every other minute detail of the world froze. The long queue of people around skidded to a halt. The droplets of water from the school fountain were suspended in mid-air. The wind stopped, the world fell silent. A friend, who tripped and was on the verge of diving face-first upon the cold, shiny red floor seemed to be flying. The professors dining around the long table looked to be da Vinci's Last Supper---very still yet vividly animated.

I walked toward her. Unblinking. When my face was just inches away from hers, I reached out to hold her cheek. Slowly, I began reach for her lips.

But when it was about to happen, everything moved again. Everything moved again real fast. Fast-forward.


Time is passing...


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