THE KISS

FOUR YEARS AGO….

As I turned left, I took the road towards the bus stand. The stormy weather made the usually bustling area look dramatic. I'd always hated the rain, ever since I lost my mother on a day when it poured heavily for two days.

Rainy and stormy days triggered panic attacks, a constant reminder of the pain and loss I'd endured. But I'd learned to manage my anxiety with medication. I was determined to stay strong.

A man suddenly collided with me, shattering my thoughts. As I looked up, people were sprinting everywhere, seeking shelter from the torrential rain. The storm had intensified, with rain pounding against me like a relentless drumbeat.

Panic began to set in, freezing me in place. My body started shaking uncontrollably, my teeth chattering as fear took hold. I tried to calm myself with deep breaths, as my doctor had advised, but my anxiety spiraled out of control. My hands trembled as I searched for my medication, only to realize I had left it in my other bag when I switched purses that morning.

Desperate for shelter, I scanned my surroundings, my eyes darting wildly as my shaking worsened. The storefronts and walking paths offered no refuge. The trees, battered by the heavy rain, provided no shade. The bus stop across the road seemed like my only hope, but the fast-moving vehicles and my fragile state made crossing the road an impossible task. If I didn't find shelter, a panic attack was imminent.

Just when I thought things couldn't worsen, a deafening explosion sent me stumbling to the ground. Flames engulfed the building in front of me, and people scrambled to flee. "Bomb!" someone yelled.

My panic-stricken state clouded my rational thinking. That's when a man swooped in, scooping me up in a bridal carry. I shook violently, burying my face in his chest to escape the chaos. His scent was intoxicating, but before I could process anything, he gently set me down.

The darkness disoriented me, making it impossible to see who my rescuer was. My panic attack intensified, and my breathing grew labored. He spoke, but his words were indistinguishable. Just as I felt like I might collapse, his lips brushed against mine.

The gentle touch was a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves, calming me instantly. As the world around me melted away, the soft pressure of his lips on mine became my sole focus. It began with a whisper-soft caress, like feathers brushing against my lips. Then, he tenderly sucked my lower lip, calming my soul further.

I felt as though I was floating on clouds as he alternated between my lips, his gentle suction sending shivers down my spine. When he finally pulled back, our lips parted, and I gasped for air, my mind reeling from the unexpected kiss.

Before I could process what had just happened, he vanished into the darkness, leaving me with only two memories: his piercing blue eyes, filled with deep concern, and his intoxicating fragrance.

He was the man who had given me my first kiss – the best kiss. "THE KISS"

Those eyes haunted me, lingering in my mind like a ghostly presence. Who was he? And why had he kissed me? I had no answers, only the memory of his captivating gaze.

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