Idée fixe (or Obsession)

She knew he was trouble. She had known it from the first time she laid her eyes on him.

Yet she couldn’t deny her attraction. It was primal. Pure lust. He hadn’t even spared her a glance, but he was all she could see.

She buzzed in anxiety. She wanted to be near him. Needed to be beside him. Hungered to be wrapped up in his fiery embrace.

But no. No. It was dangerous. He would burn her and she would melt. They were too different. It was against everything her family had ever taught her.

Idly she wondered whether he had a family as well. It seemed as if he had just sprung into her life tonight. He had made his entrance in the very same place she had happened to make hers.

It was fate. It was fate. It was fate.

It was meant to be. They were meant to be.

She threw him shy glances but was greeted by cold indifference. It only served to fuel her rampant desire.

By the time she’d come back to her senses, she was already closer to him than before. The heat between them was suffocating, and yet she felt no compulsion to turn back. Like a pawn in a chess game, she could move only in a singular direction. Towards him.

But…. She did have a choice.

She could still turn back.Common sense told her to. She could turn back, and not be another one of his scorned suitors- the poor creatures she saw all around him.

And she almost did.

But for one moment, his warm gaze flickered to her.

“Come” He whispered without words.

She flew towards him. Wondering. Hoping. Wishing. Loving. Wanting.

And the raging fire ate up the fly.

 

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Author’s note:-

Since I’m still not confident of my presentation skills, I’ll explain to all those who didn’t understand. Yeah, this was a story about a fly falling in love with fire. The subject is rather angst-ridden and not my usual style, but this is a work I feel very deeply about.

This is something we see all around us. We give too much of our time and effort to the wrong people, and end up getting burnt. And it isn’t even a ‘stupid teenager’ thing. We’re never too old to fall for fire.

In fact- funny anecdote- this story was inspired by one such person in my life. It was initially meant to be published at a college magazine, but he got involved and… well, you can guess the rest.

So this is my first work in my blog for a reason. 

Criticism welcome 🙂

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2 thoughts on “Idée fixe (or Obsession)

  1. Jonny says:

    I found this on ‘First Fridays’. It’s a very interesting perspective, you’ve portrayed a fly to have human emotions after all! I really liked how you’ve mixed up the attraction a person has for someone and the attraction a fly has for fire or lights. It also draws on how insignificant one can feel in love and passion. Reading it back over you’ve also put a few clues that it is in fact a fly, which is commendable! I took a coupe of creative writing classes at uni so I have a tiny bit of experience for criticism, which I’ve been told is a healthy part of writing. The only thing I can think of is that it’s rather short, write more – you’re good at it!

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