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I sat across from in on the train. He was handsome. As some might say he had that “Je ne sais quoi”. His appearance made you want to look at him, but he was so distant and caught up in his own world, that his mysteriousness was just as much of a drawcard.

He fixated on the phone in his hand almost anxiously hitting each key stroke as if they were as important to him as a breath is to a dying patient. Only glancing up when the monotone voice over the pa sounded to announce a stop.

As I crossed my leg it brushed against his, and he looked up. His gaze searing into mine. I went to apologise, but he smiled and every word on my lips disappeared as they were consumed by the energy that was sent through my body.

All I could do was exhale and numbly readjust my bag that perched on the seat next to me.

Reaching down to my phone I absentmindedly scrolled through the newsfeed to distract myself from the need that pierced me to my core to have him. Everything in me told me that I wanted him, then and there.

My hand shaking I saw a headline... “Caucasian male 31-35 suspected of brutally killing his wife and brother”... The image is fearsomely similar to...

I look up only to meet his eyes again...