He. She.

He.He was a gentleman foretold with cheap poetry for every single situation. He breathed out some dangerous air, as words died in his mouth. He sold the emotion as the one who needs to sell even his own soul. He gave off life and espontaneity. Expressions emerged ,like scars from the past, on his face. She. She, as pure as always. As enthiusastic as a cat stalking his prey before attacking, As a Sunday morning revealing her first little ray of light. She had born in a world where everything was small and senseless. She was out of her place. She and He, like two magnetic poles attracted to a big force field. She and He, as lovers in a rainny night. As drops falling down ready to break on the floor.