The Stranger passing by my life

I was the reflection in her eyes... the flame. A shimmering diamond in the starlit galaxy, reflecting in almost every eye; but not the right thing shone in mine. It was all haze. A vague memory of a cold, rainy day. When she shifted the umbrella towards me, and half of her got dripping wet. I swear we both could have walked under it, but she kept that space. The college's plain girl; I merely knew her name. I know right then she felt just unknown, just right out of my heart....

I was the energy in the thunderstorm... the lightning bolt.The rush of warm blood, the fire in it. She always whooshed past me like the wind, so invisible. And I hardly ever noticed her scent. Not even when she slipped from the stairs, and I caught her arm trying to stabilize her. And she was wildly noticing that she was saved, I remember from the blurry vision of her as I was heading fast towards the basketball court....

I was like the fumes from the volcano, flying higher. The wandering dust of the desert, occupying. She could be somewhere around, when I traversed the thorny jungle with my group on that wild adventure trip, stepping ahead fearlessly like the King of the Jungle. They were betting on killing snakes, huh. I'd kill a crocodile. I set out, after a while everything was soaked in blue moonlight. My eyes burnt like a hungry hunter's. Suddenly, shadows appeared. Unmistakable. I simply lost track of my thoughts. Forgot about finding crocodiles, the triumph, my friends, the plain girl, all. The shadows were elongating, approaching. The howl, epic as ever, resounded under the face of the impeccable moon. The pack returned  the signal from a distance....

I was the dark grey sky, dull and thoughtless. Back home from the trip. Wounded in the thigh. Reminiscing, thinking if I'd just come across an illusion of the moonlight. But then, she came. I saw the cut on her wrist. The vicious claws, I remember. Those eyes from the mask... the attack of the wolves. The groan... sigh, the gunshot.The play of the ninja; the Masked Stranger....

 She was the mystery, and I was a whirlpool of confusion. I looked in her eyes... wildly noticing that I was saved. She stared back at me, her eyes maybe, finally, bravely here to make a confession, so pretty, so teary. But unsure and indecisive. Maybe feeling unknown, like a stranger. I took her hand. Took her in. To my arms. The ice inside me shattering, like a house of cards. Finally making a way in for a stranger, who was quietly passing by my life. Tracking every beat of my heart, but scared to let me know.