Midnight Magic

They say you might end up with the best or the worst stories of your life after midnight.

It was past midnight .

He laughed....laughed way too hard.
He was stressed since morning. A thesis was due tomorrow. But he was distracted.
And she was the reason for this sudden distraction.

He could not help but leave his papers aside. He looked into her Facebook account.
This time he laughed harder. He thought her weird and crazy pictures were adorable. He texted her with more emoticons then usual.
She thought he was hot. He had a great sense of humour which made him just more irresistible .

They talked through the night. He realized he had a thesis submission. But how cold he not talk to her, he was enticed.

He wrote," you are proving to be my lucky charm, I aced my thesis "
She perked up, not because he aced, but because he texted.

She asked, so young man, " who are you, i understand you like what i write but that's not enough to know you."
He smiled and said, " well, nothing too fancy, just a regular guy who is tying to be happy with everything that life throws at him "

She smiled with her heart

It was late at night when she went drinking with her friends and came back home sloshed.
He waited for her. She typed some drunken texts.
He called back hoping to talk to her for the first time. She picked up.
She laughed and she talked. He adored her, every bit of her. He was concerned but could not ignore her innocence.
She was drunk enough to talk about everything,from man boobs to the walking ceiling. It could have been her walk of shame in the morning.

And the days turned into more midnight's. It was madness. They didn't know each other, then why were they so caught up into each other. Well you might say it was attraction and it could have been.

Few days into the madness and he decided to see her. He asked her out.
She should have been happy. But she got scared. What was it about him that freaked her out ?
She told him, " I am sorry but i can't see you",  and left him muddled.

He thought it would be intruding her privacy if he pushed her about it. But he was a restless man, he did it anyway and asked her, " Why, why would you not go out with me ? Am I too ugly for you ?
She could not hold her smile back and said, " I fear the unknown. I don't know what this is, and I am protective about myself."
He paused, took a heavy breath and said, " well, you have already left me vulnerable to a whole new reality of my life, and I am not scared of it. I want to take the dive, and enjoy the downfall "
She was speechless, she knew he had caught her by her weak nerves and said, " yes i will go out with you."
He couldn't have been more happy and he danced his happy feet off while his friends looked at him in awe.

She had fantasized about a perfect date long before she understood the concept of true love. He took her to the most fancy restaurant by the lakeside and moonlight. She was dripping innocence on him. They were lost into each other. His presence was her only existence. It was divine. He carried her on his back and took her to the beach where moonlight played with the shores.It did not feel like the first time.They were weirdly very comfortable in each others company. They danced with the moon and the cold water washed their feet. She built a castle, sand castle for him, and he painted the castle town red. Was it supposed to be like this on the first date ? Were they not supposed to be cautious, more alert. But they were not. His arms felt like the safest escape. She left him vulnerable to new possibilities of love. 

They were mesmerized by this new world. They had experienced love before, they had been hurt before, they were too scared to take the pain, then why did this feel different. Were they blinded by the disguise of being in,love, or were they enticed by the erotica ? 

Time was playing its part, they were unaware of the impending storm. 
The  midnight turned into dooms light.

He said he was caught up in a hateful notion of love.He said he had priorities. She was shattered. She dint ask for this, she looked at life with a different perception now. A perception which was broken by this hateful notion of love. She had devoted herself into his divine arms, arms which were getting weaker. He was pulling himself back into an isolated world. He worked religiously. People around him were exhausted by his resistance. She longed for the midnight magic to bring him back to her, but cried her nights to sleep. The days turned into unanswered calls and messages. She tried to put the pieces together, pieces which were broken and lost. She lost the warmth of his arms, his words, his aura was vanishing. They were drifting apart.

Did he ever loved her ? Yes he did. Was he scared to lose her ? Yes he was. 
Then why were the two love struck's falling apart ?
He tried to be her hero but he was too caught up in his own material existence. He could not resist his tempting larger than life dreams. He saw this love as a threat either to his enormous self discipline or to his work and as a result he did not allow anyone to get too close to him. He was blinded by his surroundings. The more she tried to fit in his shoe, the tighter they became. She was losing the grip. He said let it go, let it flow. She didn't fit in, while he walked out of her life every single day until the day they went back to being strangers. 

She tried, to ignore the dreamy night. She wanted to drift back into her shell, her broken shell. 
But midnight rendered its magic, their love still fights against every dooms day.
They were night and day to each other. He rose to his  majestic material world while she set herself in the calmth of the divine moon. 

Midnight comes and casts her spell.

"The bed's getting cold and you're not here,
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
And I'll bet the odds against it all
Save your advice 'cause I won't hear
You might be right but I don't care
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants"