‘I cannot remember you’re name?’ I asked, as politely as I could. He just
Gazed at me wondering whether I felt all right? He replied, ‘do I know you?’ I said, ‘No, but I know you. You’re always here! Are you a visitor?’ He said, ‘No! I’m just touring this town. I’ll be gone in a little while!’ and then he just left.
He had long jet-black curly hair that he tied back with the rest of his hair let loose. He had big brown hazel eyes and wore glasses. He was olive tanned in skin colour with quite a firm toned body like he’s from the Middle East. However, he was shorter then me but he looks quite stunning for what he is and he had a charming glow on his face, like no one can really mess with him because he is who he is, which he himself may not even know or he may be the only one who really knows.
He seemed quite fresh and I know I will see him again at least I hope to. I’m kind of scared to think that I may be attracted to the devil. But he seems like quiet a charmer or it may be just my fascination for him like I have with this town.

The time in this place stands still. It has no movement. I met him again, and wanted to know a bit more about him, as I’m usually disappointed all the time.
However, he was fairly kind and generous and knew that I was just looking for someone to make small conversation with. He seemed to always carry a good conversation forward and always knew what I was going to say before I had even said anything, as if he was always intuitive with my mind and knew what I was going to say next. However, he never disturbed my frame of thinking and let me carry my thoughts forward as if I was learning off him all the time.

But he never throughout a whole conversation mentioned too much about himself as he always got carried away with the fact that I notice him all the time. It’s as if he likes to be noticed. ‘I wonder why?’ He doesn’t seem attracted to me nor does he seem like any girl could ever attract him. But he seems like his just carrying out a task or an obligation to fulfil that time spent with him with memories of surrealism and excitement. It seems he just likes to be remembered. Like his worried that time well spent with him with small chitchat may one day run out. He doesn’t seem like he is afraid of death. In fact what if he is ‘death?’

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