Beauty and the beast

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There was something about her that amazed and surprised him. It had not been a very good day for him so far, he sat there on the cold bench shutting the rest the world particularly those in the same arena with him while stirring and cooking up the anger burning up inside of him. He had watched her in fury as she wandered back and forth disturbing his train of thoughts with the annoying, persistent sound that emanated from her stylish stilettoes.



He tried so hard to shake off the sound from his head but it seemed impossible especially when the source seem to get more confused about the definite decision to take. In an instant he rose up screaming at her, "if you don't know where to go would you at least settle down and stop disturbing the serenity of this arena!"
As he said the last word, he immediately knew he was going to regret uttering that statement and that regret was going to haunt him for some time. As she turned and he saw her beautiful, flawless oval face, he felt the already droopy heart sink a lot more inside of him. He waited and prepared himself for the array of harsh words that were to come right after the vicious attack that he had launched, but the silence and sweet smile he got in return not only shocked him but also destabilized him.
"i'm really sorry for what i said. it's just that sometimes when i am stressed out i became another person, most people describe me at my worst time as being a douche. Once again i'm really sorry you had to witness the 'douchy' Dr Jekyll side of him. If it worth anything i think i need to say that this is the first time i feel instant shame for acting out my douchy side. Please, please please...forgive me" these were some of the ramblings that he wanted to say out loud to her, but instead he found himself cowardly looking to the ground and quietly taking his seat and avoiding anymore contact with her.

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