How the Time Was Stopped - descriptive

<How the Time Was Stopped>

The Swarovski crystal chandelier was as enormous and antediluvian as the sloop used for the filming of the movie Titanic over thirty years ago. With thousands of transparent crystal pieces dangling in the hold of an elongated chain, the Chandelier allowed the whole lobby to be enchanted with dim yellowish light. The glamorous atmosphere could intrigue anyone on Earth to fall in love, only if there were some people present in the lobby. Even the front desk was so dark that no one could ever suspect any existence of human being ready in his or her duty to answer all the ridiculous phone calls for reservations and room services.

Directly under the flamboyant chandelier, there was a chaste sofa in beige that seemed cozy enough to captivate anyone to sit and stay for a myriad number of hours. Turned yellow due to the amber aurora of the chandelier, the couch could adumbrate its obsolete authenticity. On its silky surface, there sat a boy and a girl; can it be any more obvious. The bizarre mood was harmonious with the dim light, and the adolescents were congenial with one another. Nevertheless, inevitable but intolerable awkwardness swept the atmosphere between them. No conversation. Only the clock on the wall was making a noisy sound.

The boy was in an auburn wind-blown hair style, with a slight vestige of waxing from the morning. A plain white polo shirt with a mark of The American Eagle and a pair of green Skylight Mountain Shorts from Abercrombie and Fitch exhibited the coolness he possessed. His rough feet were shivering unintentionally in black flip-flops, as a reflection of the clumsy mood. Covered with blonde eyelashes, his deep blue eyes were gazing in the air. His mouth attempted desperately to blurt out some words, but failed impetuously. He was apprehensive whether the girl could catch his facial muscles trembling minutely.

Right next to the boy, the girl was wondering if the boy could acknowledge her abnormally fast heart beats disguised in a relatively stable posture. Her shiny blonde hair was incongruous with her oriental outlook, but was still attractive with the pink flowery dress. Though she endeavored incessantly to conceal her blushed cheeks, her shy hands remained firm on her laps. She could not let go of her frozen hands from grasping her dress as tightly as an infant clasping a new toy. All the muscles and nerves seemed to be petrified. She had never felt like this before: peaceful and astounded at the same moment.

Suddenly, the boy’s basked left hand, with a rosary ring illuminating on his fourth finger, was brought on the top of the girl’s right hand. Her hand was frigid due to the anxiety she had gone through, but it was soon managed to be warm by the intense heat from the boy’s hand. The two hands paused for a few precious minutes. It was as if the hands were meant to be one in the first place. Then, the girl gravitated toward the boy, approving her head to be leaned on his trustworthy shoulder. Heavenly, ambrosial fragrance diffused from her silky hair to his peripheral nerves. At that very moment, the boy could not cope with his quivering arms, legs, and every single part of his body.

After perching in that teenage-romantic pause for a while, the girl eventually opened her cherry-red lips, saying “I feel like dreaming now.” With her dark eyes still staring nowhere, she continued, “I think… I… kind of….like you, a bit more than a best friend.” It was when the boy’s heart beat faster than ever. He pretended to stay bland, but could not resist replying. In his mellifluous voice, he whispered in her tiny ear, “I hope the time stop at this moment.” Her face flushed like a well-ripe apple.

He stared at the noisome clock for a moment, and punched it as hardly as he could. The clock stopped moving its hands. From that very second, the time did cease for the two, who now converted into a couple. They could only feel each other, and the whole world was replete with one another’s scent. Even at that moment, the colossal chandelier was still hanging in the ceiling.