Xadrian Part I

He was a vision of sculpted beauty to me, but a demeaning figure to others. Prominent jawline that was so soft to touch and yet at the same time projected his tough personality. In a way he was harsh, but his enigmatic grace could make people forget about his ill-tempered manners, most of the time. His dark brown eyes had unusual rings of light blue on their inner parts, they consumed you like deep water dragging you in until you couldn't reach the surface anymore. His thin ruby red lips often pursed in a harsh way, it closed up most of the time. There were visible bumps of his broad nose, clear evidences he spent most of his adolescent days getting trouble. Fight clubs, he always quietly said with no further explanations. His inky black wavy hair was always so smooth and so silky, making people want to run your hands achingly slowly. His lean but firm figure always stands on a perfect poise with both of his hands sinked almost permanently on his black coat.

It took me quite an aching half year just to get through his barrier. To make his cold demeanor turn into polite one just in front of me. To move the immobile stagnant rock in the middle of a cold sea. People mistook his taciturn persona to a yielding one. I was one of those people until I got the chance to stay in his apartment for a weekend. People would have thought he had a shabby loft, but instead, he owned a small studio filled with books. Poetries, encyclopedias, novels, biographies, poems, short stories. There were also other interesting possessions on his two bedrooms residence, there was an aquarium filled with his trinkets (rings with weird symbols, dreamcatchers, two aztec-printed lighters and a pair of cufflinks with viking symbols), there were stacks of vinyl records (among those, the most notable were Pink Floyd, Arcade Fire and The Radio Dept. because he kept playing them on and on) and in his library there was a guitar and a piano.

He always wore white starch button-down shirts and carried a book in his coat. People would assume, with his black coat with rows of buttons, he would be the kind of guy that could turn the weather upside down, but instead, in my opinion, he always brightens each day, whether with sarcastic comments or with his soft way of approaching people. He made me elude the material world surrounding me by focusing solely on him. On every small thing he did, like the way he elegantly flipped each page or the way his eyes sometimes lit up when he found the things that he liked.

He was the still point of my never-ending misery.