Just let it be. (Hazari)

As the light of the morning sun rose upon the horizon, the world seemed still. Chirping of the birds in a repetitive tune as they flew upon the early morning sky --a wondrous sound. A soft hush filled the morning air as the birds flew out of sight. It was finally beginning to fell like Spring, yet the Winter winds crept ever so slightly giving of a chilling breeze which swept upon the beautiful beach. The waves crashed upon the shore, meeting it for a brief second before it slowly vanished away and a new wave came forth. The ocean glittered as the ray's of the sun blanketed the top layer of the waters. An awestruck sight for anyone who had never experienced the wondrous beauty of a beach. As Ary dug her toes between the cool touch of the grainy sand, a feeling of peacefulness lavished her body.

Ary inhaled the scent of her surrounding as she stared into the horizon. It was nice and peaceful, for once. Days had been running slow, and nothing had really excited her recently. It had been like this for over a week or two. Ary sighed a soft sigh under her breath as she lowered her head to the ground. However, she heard a sound from the distance. Ary moved her head to the direction of the sound and as she turned she saw a man, tall and striking. A curve formed upon the contours of her lips, yet she did not do anything but sit at her spot. She let the man do his own, whatever that might have been. Ary pulled her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her chin lightly on her knees and listened as the waves crashed upon the shore.

A man's voice echoed in the distance, yet it seemed closer than she imagined. As Ary turned her head to the side, a shock of bewilderment washed upon her soft and delicate facial features. The man she had seen just a few moments ago was now a few inches away from her. He had something between his hands which looked like a seashell. From the looks of it, it looked like it had a smooth surface, and from the way he had it pressed between his fingers, it seemed as if he had been brushing off the sand. Ary's eyes trailed from the mall seashell to the man's face which struck Ary in some sort of array. The man was much more stunning than when she first looked at him. He was a rather build man, and from the looks of it, he looked like he kept himself in shape. He had dark charcoal hair, just like herself. However, what caught her off guard was his eyes. Lavender in color, something she had never seen before. His eyes looked mesmerizing as she gazed into them. A hint of sparkle could be seen as she gazed into his eyes. "Thank you." Her words escaped her lips with a hint of confussion as she looked at him

Ary watched his every move like a hawk looking for a prey. She watched him place the seashell on her lap then stood up and began to walk down the long stretched shore, yet she could tell that he was deliberating. Deliberating what? Moving on with his daily routine? Or was it that he actually wanted her, Ary, to do something? She was being a little bit oblivious, yet she paid no mind to it. As her eyes trailed the man as he walked down the shoreline of the beach, Ary couldn't help but to just look at him. What was it about him that struck her with sincere awe? She couldn't quite pin point exactly what made her look at him, but she knew it had to be something, maybe of importance.

Slowly, Ary let go of the embrace she had on her knees, placed her knees on the tiny grainy needled sand, pressed the palms of her hand on the sand with the same process, and pushed herself up. First off, she dusted of the sand from her hands down to her knees then she lightly brushed off her hair from her face. Ary then looked back at the man still very much standing at the same spot he had been standing in. Ary didn't want to feel like a stranger stalking him from a far, nor near in that same manner, yet she felt impelled to speak to him. Ary wasn't at all a bad conversation starter, so what did she have to lose?

Ary began to take little steps before she finally increased her pace. A few moments later and she wasn't but a few feet away from behind him. Ary was quite tall for her height, she was five foot and six inches, a little taller than the average female. Her hair is the color of charcoal, dark, slightly wavy, and silky smooth. She has a cute petite nose with high cheek bones which help define her facial structure. Her eyes; however, are a natural blue which change depending on her mood.

She took another step and as she reached out her arm, she lightly tapped the man on his shoulders. "Umm, I'm sorry to bother you, but I feel like I should introduce myself." Her voice soft and calm as that of the sea which seemed to blend quite perfectly. Her smile upon her plump red lips could be visible as she smiled at the man with sincerity.

Her sapphire blue eyes looked at the man as he spoke with calmness. His voice rang in her ears like a soothing tune. "Damn this man", she cursed under her breath. She hadn't meant it in a bad way, nor was it meant for him, more for herself. She was the type of gal who liked her mean mysterious, buffed, and strong, and from the looks of it this man was just another one of those guys. Ary had a soft spot for men who fit her preference, but of course she wasn't going to tell him that. Hell no, she just met the guy. Ary placed her arms at her back and once again smiled. She couldn't help but smile due to the fact that for once in a good while she had finally met someone she found not only striking, but someone who seemed to have one interesting personality although she may not know it yet. "Why so proper?" The questionable words escaped her lips with a little twang of playfulness as she tilted her head to the side and chuckled for a brief second.

A simple smile was visible upon Ary's lips as she listened carefully to the man with ease. Her sapphire eyes, delicate and sincere gazed upon him. It wasn't hard to note that the man had been taught properly. He had manners like that of a gentlemen, and Ary couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement bubbling inside her. In this world, it was rare to see a man, or a woman for that matter, speak in such a well exquisite manner, so of course Ary was all for it.

"Well everyone has their thing, so I suppose it isn't a bad thing. Ary answered as she placed her hands back to her side, and with one hand began to twirl a few strands of her air on her index finger.

"Might I ask your name?" She added, grinning as she closed her eyes and crinkled her nose.

Ary was a cautious one, for she knew that the city had been rocketing with the decrease of gangs. She was a little skeptical at first; however, she decided to do ignore her gut feeling. She nodded at the man. Ary placed a hand to his, the one that he had offered. She removed her hand from his in a matter of seconds and dug them into her jacket. It was a rather chilly spring day; therefore, Ary had a light sweater on to help her keep warm from the unsuspected breeze. She raised her shoulders and lightly lowered them as she sighed softly under her breath.

"I suppose it wouldn't do me no harm." Ary's words felt like a
whisper blending into the quiet air as she spoke. She took her place beside the man, a few good inches away of course. Her head was facing down, lowered to the ground. She kept her mind blank as she paced slowly beside him.

"I go by Ary; however, my name is Aryana Cecelia Petrov. And with all do respect, let's take this a little slow. I may take the offer when I feel ready." She gestured as she smiled at him once more. It wasn't that she was afraid, but because she just met the man.