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You met under green lights and you gave him your name, assuming you could trust his pointed ears to keep it safe. Assuming you could trust anyone. When you asked his name, he told you it was Edward. So, you named him Edward, in his tight, black turtle neck that clung to his round torso and the thick bone of his forearm and elbow. Edward, with a red and gold belt holding up the black pants that continued to outline his odd physique. Edward, in a pair of red shoes with black laces that could tell stories about the dirty floors of dance clubs, strange apartments, and sweat flooded parties full of nude skin and phrases broken into grunted syllables.
Who is this man, and why do you fear him?
There was nothing between you. Nothing good or bad to make you think less or more of him, but, he made your heart prickle and your skin race. The only things you had in common were the shadows and the strangely colored lights of the club. So, you carried his name in your pocket as a lightweight reminder of everything you knew about him and tried not to let him escape into the corners and empty spaces whenever you turned away.
Who is this man, and why do you fear him?
The dancing evolved as you moved. Fast, at first, like the throbbing beat of the drum machine pulsing through the floor and the walls. Then, slower, lazier, more curious as you studied each other’s moves. His eyes burrowed into yours violently and mercilessly. At moments, you could feel his arms brushing against you, like little question marks to punctuate each move. Can I touch you? he was asking, and you could feel his heat radiating, radiating. Edward, you named the feel of his fingers on the small of your back. Edward, you named the way he let his eyes fall down the nape of your neck. Edward, you named the lips that you were curious to touch and feel.
Who is this man, and why do you fear him?
You left the club without a kiss, without a number, without anything but Edward, the name of the memories you were clinging to. The street was wet, your feet got cold and you flexed your toes inside your shoes. You didn’t think about the height of the buildings surrounding you, or the thin shadows cast by signs on the side of the road. Though you were sure you would never see Edward again, you knew you would feel him, and the feeling soaked into your bones and made you shiver.
Who is this man, and why do you fear him?
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