Always Close but oh so Close.

I once met a girl, we never spoke more than 5 sentences. But the connection is on a certain level romantic and sexual at the same time even though I know close to nothing about her.

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I was new to this part of the town. Graduated from school trying to find my direction, I hovered till I found this quiet little town which was so embracing.

I have left my hometown seeking an adventure and I chanced upon this place. I sat down across the inn. It was start of a busy day at the market place. Everyone have started about their business and haggling.

I took out my map and planned my route ahead. I could go to Mangler town and stay for a few days before taking the river boat back home. This would save me some money and give me a leisure route back to Bretton.

She touch her hair and show her cheeks to me. She wants me to say something, but I stared blankly into my homie.

For the next few days, the same thing happened. I was scared.

I made some friends at the bar. They sold me some painkillers to go along the way.

I liked her on an level which is obligatory. She does not wish to know my opinion of her or whether the hair is really an hindrance. She does not care whether the accent is funny and voice is really non-enchanteur. She is daughter of the innkeeper but she acts like a slut. Touching her hair at any hint of any eligible man. But she always reserve that one look: the cheeks. Because I am always behind her.

Like bees to honey, my fellow homies also goes crazy. They say the same thing, I am the one for her and not you. The inn owner is not helping because he sells wine by the buckets. It seems promiscuity is his value driver.

After a few days and having known each other by face, we sat down for lunch. She scared me because she threw a bowl of beef soup at my face for no reason and then she disappeared. I was increasingly terrified of her.

She continues her ways and flirts with all the men that she sees. She smashes her plates in anger and constantly loses her temper in public aurally.

I was increasingly getting frustrated because I am the customer and not your husband- you have no right to do this to me. Flirt with me but do not take it out on me. This is not love, this is torture.

I pay the same coin back. I flirted with her. I sang songs on my guitar and looking straight at her in my puppy eyes. One day, she got so angry because I asked her to sing a duet "I finally found someone" by Bryan Adams and Barbara Streisand.

We sang together, but the next day, the inn owner took a gun and said: "do not sing with my daughter again."

I was constantly harassed by everyone in Mangler especially the rich land owner's lackeys for asking the most beautiful girl in town to sing with her. [ I told them, she flirts and smashes plates in my face, and you blame me- who does she think she is. I am the customer and not the other way around.]

I never sang with her again.

She still flirts with guys, I am still there but she moved uptown in another district.

I never sang that song and smash that guitar.