So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I've lost my self-control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar
Down before your
Holiest of altars
I'd sell
My soul
My self-esteem
A dollar at a time
One chance
One kiss
One taste of you
My Magdalena
**2007, Juilliard.**
Adam tapped his pencil against his desk as he stared at your empty desk until the professor dismissed class. Adam felt a buzz in his pocket. He peeked at his phone and saw you had responded to his last message.
*"Who are you?"*
He smirked and responded back. "Where are you?" He questions back a text. He walked out of the class and roamed campus. He knew where you were, he just wanted to see how honest you were to a stranger.
Adam walked out of the building and towards the apartments you live at. He peeked up at the blue curtains, a faint light glowed around the edges. *"You're home."* He thought before strolling down the busy sidewalk to his apartment.
After crossing the street, he made it to his apartment. Adam looked around his small apartment before tossing his keys on the table beside the door. He walked into his room and opened the window, sitting on the chair for his desk before lighting a cigarette. He kept the lights off and looked across the way, seeing your blue curtains open. You were rehearsing.
"Perfection..." He says to himself, smoke escaping his lips. He looks down at his desk and see the various things he's collected from you. A scrunchie, chapstick, and a small silver bracelet.
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