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Golden Dawn: A Tale of Unrequited Love

Scenario: c'est l'histoire d'un jeune homme de 24 ans, il tombe amoureux pour la première fois, d'une jeune fille au teint dorée, tel l'aurore. Ce jeune homme s'appelle : Karl, et la jeune fille : ''Omotayo''. Karl, est plutôt reservé, il est est bien entouré, mais très seul à l'intérieur, il suit des études en informatique. Pour le premier chapitre essai de décrire leur rencontre. Je ne veux que 12 chapitres. Un livre de 129 pages, rends cette histoire un peu triste à la fin, car au final la fille n'a pas accepté les avancent de Karl, le jeune homme en question. Sur la dernière page écris ces mots : '' En ce moment, je me perds en le rêve et la réalité, elle a toujours été ce que j'ai longtemps désiré, cette moitié que j'ai toujours recherché, hélas, l'amour est un sentiment incntrôlé, on ne choisit pas d'aimé, on se retrouve juste prisonnié d'un sentiment plus fort que nous... Toutefois une question demeure... Dois-je continuer à m'attacher ? Ou faut'il que je lâche prise ?...
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c'est l'histoire d'un jeune homme de 24 ans, il tombe amoureux pour la première fois, d'une jeune fille au teint dorée, tel l'aurore. Ce jeune homme s'appelle : Karl, et la jeune fille : ''Omotayo''. Karl, est plutôt reservé, il est est bien entouré, mais très seul à l'intérieur, il suit des études en informatique. Pour le premier chapitre essai de décrire leur rencontre. Je ne veux que 12 chapitres. Un livre de 129 pages, rends cette histoire un peu triste à la fin, car au final la fille n'a pas accepté les avancent de Karl, le jeune homme en question. Sur la dernière page écris ces mots : '' En ce moment, je me perds en le rêve et la réalité, elle a toujours été ce que j'ai longtemps désiré, cette moitié que j'ai toujours recherché, hélas, l'amour est un sentiment incntrôlé, on ne choisit pas d'aimé, on se retrouve juste prisonnié d'un sentiment plus fort que nous... Toutefois une question demeure... Dois-je continuer à m'attacher ? Ou faut'il que je lâche prise ?...
I was 24 years old when I fell in love for the first time.
It was a strange feeling that I couldn’t quite understand, but I knew it was love because it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.
I had never been a fan of love stories, and I had never been in a relationship before, so I didn’t know what to expect.
I just knew that when I saw her, my heart skipped a beat and my palms got sweaty.
I knew that when she smiled at me, my heart raced and my knees went weak.
I knew that when she spoke to me, I felt like the luckiest man alive.
Her name was Omotayo Adeleke, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
She had a golden complexion that reminded me of the dawn, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.
She had a gentle smile that made me feel warm inside, and she had a kind heart that made me want to be a better man.
I first saw Omotayo at an event organized by the university for new students.
The event was a mix of entertainment and informative talks by faculty members, and it was designed to introduce new students to the institution.
As I settled into my seat, I noticed her and couldn’t help but stare.
She was wearing a simple white dress that hugged her slender frame, and her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
She looked like an angel, and I found myself mesmerized by her beauty.
I had seen many beautiful women in my life, but there was something about Omotayo that set her apart from all the rest.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was an aura of beauty and grace about her that was impossible to ignore.
As I sat there, staring at her, I felt a strange sensation in my chest, and I knew that my life would never be the same again.
Omotayo was sitting with a group of friends, and they were all chatting quietly among themselves.
I watched as she turned to one of her friends and said something, her lips moving in perfect sync with the words.
She had such a lovely smile that I couldn’t help but smile too.
Just then, she turned in my direction, and our eyes met.
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a blush creeping up my neck.
I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn’t noticed me staring at her.
After that, I tried to focus on what was happening on stage, but it was no use.
Omotayo was all I could think about, and I found myself stealing glances at her every few seconds.
She was still talking to her friend, her smile never leaving her face.
It was such a beautiful smile, and it made me feel so warm inside.
I had never felt this way before, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
I had always been a shy person who kept to himself most of the time, and I had never been very good at talking to women.
But there was something about Omotayo that made me want to be brave.
I wanted to go up to her and introduce myself, to tell her how beautiful she was and how much she meant to me.
But I knew that she would think I was crazy if I did that.
I didn’t even know her name, and here I was dreaming about being with her forever.
The event lasted for an hour, and throughout that time, Omotayo’s smile never faded.
It seemed to light up the entire room, and I couldn’t help but feel happy whenever I saw it.
It was such a strange feeling, and I didn’t quite understand why it affected me so much.
I had never been interested in love stories or relationships before, so why did this woman have such an impact on me?
My roommate John sat next to me throughout the event, completely absorbed in his phone.
He didn’t even look up once to see what was happening on stage.
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As the speaker talked about the importance of academic excellence, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Omotayo.
She was still talking to her friend, her beautiful smile on full display.
I felt a strange sensation in my chest, and my heart began to race.
I had never felt this way before, and it both excited and scared me.
I had always been a reserved person who kept his emotions in check, but now I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy.
I was giddy over a woman who didn’t even know I existed, and it was such a strange feeling.
As the event progressed, I found myself growing more and more anxious.
I wanted to talk to her and get to know her better, but I didn’t know how.
I didn’t want to come off as creepy, and I didn’t want her to think I was weird.
I didn’t even know if she was single or not, and if she was interested in dating someone like me.
I didn’t even know what her name was!
So many thoughts raced through my mind, and I didn’t know what to do about them.
“Why are you so quiet?”
John said, nudging me with his elbow.
“The speaker is about to finish!”
I looked up at the stage, where the speaker was wrapping up his talk.
He talked about the importance of taking academics seriously and working hard to achieve your goals.
It was a good message, but at that moment, I couldn’t care less.
All I could think about was Omotayo, and how I would feel if I let this opportunity pass me by.
I didn’t know if she would be at the school for long, or if I would ever see her again.
If I didn’t talk to her now, I might regret it for the rest of my life.
But at the same time, I didn’t know what I would say to her, or if she would even be interested in talking to me.
What if she thought I was weird, or that I was being too forward?
There were so many things that could go wrong, and I didn’t know if I had the courage to face them.
John nudged me again, this time with more force.
“Are you even listening?”
he said, frowning at me.
The speaker is almost done,” John said.
“Just listen for a few more minutes.”
I turned back to the stage, where the speaker was now asking if there were any questions.
The audience was silent for a moment before a hand shot up in the front row.
It belonged to Omotayo, and she had a curious look on her face.
The speaker called on her, and she stood up slowly.
She asked if there were any opportunities for students to participate in research projects, as she was interested in getting some hands-on experience before graduation.
The speaker smiled and said that there were many opportunities available, and that students were encouraged to reach out to their professors for more information.
Omotayo nodded in response before taking her seat again, her smile never leaving her face.
As I watched her, a wave of regret washed over me.
I realized that if I didn’t talk to her now, I might never get another chance.
I might never get another chance to tell her how much she meant to me, or how beautiful she was.
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My heart raced at the thought of approaching her, but at the same time, a voice in my head told me to forget it, that it wasn’t worth the risk.
The speaker thanked Omotayo for her question, and the audience erupted into applause.
As the clapping died down, John stood up from his seat, pulling me to my feet.
“It’s time to go,” he said.
I looked at him blankly, my mind still consumed by thoughts of Omotayo.
“Are you going to talk to her or not?”
he asked, glancing at the stage.
The speaker was collecting his notes, getting ready to leave.
As soon as he was gone, Omotayo would be free to go.
If I wanted to talk to her, this was my last chance.
But at that moment, my feet felt like they were frozen to the floor.
I wanted to run up to her, to take her in my arms and never let her go.
But the thought of actually doing it terrified me.
“What should I say?”
I said, my voice so quiet that John had to lean in to hear me.
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug.
“Just say hi, or introduce yourself.”
“I can’t just go up to her and say hi,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
“What if she thinks it’s weird?”
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” John said with a chuckle.
“But if you don’t want to talk to her, that’s fine too.
I was just trying to help.”
He turned to leave, but before he could take more than a few steps, he looked back at me, his eyes filled with concern.
“It’s just that…”
he began, his voice faltering.
“You were staring at her like you were in love or something.
I figured you’d want to talk to her.”
I was in love with Omotayo, or at least, as close as I had ever been.
But it wasn’t that simple, and John would never understand why.
I hesitated for a moment before making up my mind.
“Don’t go,” I said, grabbing his arm before he could leave me behind.
“I’ll go talk to her.”
John smiled, happy that he had finally convinced me to make a move.
“I knew you could do it,” he said, patting me on the back.
“Come on, let’s go before she leaves.”
We made our way down the aisle together, but as soon as we reached the front of the auditorium, I stopped in my tracks, my feet rooted to the floor once again.
John gave me a questioning look, as if to ask what was wrong.
I shook my head, unable to come up with an answer.
It was now or never, and I knew it, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself move.
I was too scared of what would happen if she said no, or if things got awkward between us after that
In my mind, it was better to wonder what could have been rather than risk having the answer right in front of me.
“I’ll wait until she leaves,” I said after a moment of silence.
“If she goes with her friends, it will be easier to talk to her.”
John didn’t look convinced by my answer, but he nodded anyway.
“Okay,” he said with a shrug.
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Her smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, like an angel had decided to grace us with his presence.
I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes fixed on her as if they were drawn by some invisible force.
The more I looked at her, the more I realized just how beautiful she was.
I had thought so before, but now, I knew for sure.
Her golden complexion shone like the first rays of dawn, while her eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and there was nothing in this world that could ever take her place.
As I stared at her, I couldn’t help but think that this was what love at first sight felt like.
I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.
From the moment our eyes met, my heart started racing in my chest, as if it was trying to tell me something.
It was telling me that this was the girl I had been waiting for all my life.
This was the girl I would spend the rest of my life with.
Despite the hundreds of people around us, I felt as if we were the only ones in the room.
It was as if time had stopped, as if someone had hit the pause button on my life.
But even as I watched her, I knew that it wasn’t possible.
She was too perfect, too beautiful to be real, while I was just an ordinary guy.
The two of us were worlds apart, and there was no way she would ever notice me.
And yet, as we walked out of the auditorium together, I couldn’t help but hope that she would turn around and see me standing there.
I wanted her to see me, to talk to me, but more than anything, I wanted her to know that I existed.
But as we made our way down the stairs, she didn’t turn around, not even once.
Instead, she kept walking next to the group of people she had been talking with, as if they were more important than me.
I stood there for a moment, watching them as they walked away.
I should have gone after her, but I didn’t.
I wanted to, but something stopped me before I could take another step.
Maybe it was the fact that she was walking with other people.
I didn’t want to barge in on their conversation or make things awkward for her.
Or maybe it was something else entirely.
Either way, I stood there, watching her until she disappeared from sight.
As soon as she was gone, I turned around and headed for the door.
I didn’t want anyone to see me standing there like an idiot, waiting for someone who didn’t even know my name.
But as soon as I stepped outside, I realized that it wasn’t just her beauty that had drawn me in.
She had something special about her, something that went beyond what I could see with my eyes.
It was as if she had a light shining inside of her, one that illuminated everything around her.
I knew then that I wasn’t just infatuated with her; I was in love with her.
But even as I thought about it, I knew that it would never work out between us.
She was too perfect for someone like me, while I was too plain for someone like her.
She would never notice me, let alone fall in love with me.
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I found myself hoping that she would eventually end up walking alone, because then I wouldn’t have to feel like an intruder when I finally introduced myself.
I felt like an idiot for thinking this way, but at the same time, I couldn’t help it.
I wanted everything about our first meeting to be perfect, down to the very last detail.
And so, even as my heart started pounding faster in my chest, I forced myself to wait for just the right moment.
Eventually, she did end up walking alone, though not entirely by herself.
She was still with one other person, who seemed to be talking with her as they walked side by side.
But it wasn’t quite the same as before, when they’d been walking in a group of several people, all of them talking at once.
Now there were only two, which made her seem more approachable somehow, even though she was still out of my league.
I thought about going up to her then, but decided that now wasn’t the right time either.
We were still inside the building at that point, heading towards the bus stop, and there were plenty of other people around us too.
By this point, we were already outside of the building, walking down the stairs together.
The bus stop was just around the corner from where we were now, which meant that we would all be heading there soon enough.
But even though time was running out for me, part of me still wanted to wait until we’d reached our destination before making my move.
After that, we’d have to stand around and wait for the bus to come, which would give us plenty of time to talk without being interrupted by other people or things going on around us.
It seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to introduce myself properly, so there was no way that I was going to let myself miss out on that chance when it finally came along.
But as we turned the corner and headed towards the bus stop, I started to second guess myself again.
As long as I was just standing around watching them from afar, it wouldn’t have been weird for me to follow them all the way to wherever it was that they were going to go and then introduce myself at the last minute before parting ways with them again.
But now that we were on our way to catch the bus together, it would have looked pretty strange if I’d just stood there and done nothing while everyone else went inside without me.
There was no way I could let that happen, even though part of me wanted to more than anything else at that point.
I suddenly realized that if I waited any longer, I was going to end up losing my chance to talk to her at all, which is why I decided to hurry forward and catch up with her before it was too late.
As soon as I was close enough to reach out and touch her, I stood next to her and looked at her again.
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I had tried to think of some excuse that I could use to start up a conversation with her once we’d reached our destination, but I’d come up with nothing despite all my brainstorming efforts earlier on.
In the end, I had given up on coming up with anything clever and simply hoped that something would come to mind once we were finally standing next to each other again.
Unfortunately, my mind remained as blank as ever despite my renewed efforts to think of something to say now that my chance had finally come along at last.
As I racked my brain trying to come up with anything at all that I could say to break the ice between us in some way or another, I suddenly noticed that everyone else around me had gone silent and still as well.
All eyes were on me now; even hers were looking straight at me despite how much I wished that she would turn away before she saw how desperate and pathetic I looked to her now.
But even though my heart pounded and my hands began to shake from nervousness and fear, she didn’t look away from me or seem frightened by my presence in any way.
In fact, she didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all.
Her eyes and her face remained completely blank and expressionless as she gazed straight ahead of her without so much as blinking an eye.
But then again, she had always been like that.
She was always so calm and composed in front of other people; there was no way that she would ever show any sign of weakness or fear.
That was one of many things that I loved about her and one of many reasons why I was so infatuated with her.
But even though part of me felt happy just to be next to her like this again, I knew that I couldn’t be content with just this.
I knew that I had to say something to her before we parted ways; otherwise my friends would never let me hear the end of it.
But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to think of anything to talk about.
As soon as I saw the bus coming around the corner, I knew that time was running out for me.
Desperate not to look like a complete fool in front of her by failing to say anything at all before it was too late for me to do anything at all, I quickly thought up something that I could say to her even if it wasn’t all that clever or interesting in any way.
“Hey,” I said in a low and hoarse voice while looking in her direction with a small and nervous smile on my face.
“Do you need some help with your bag?”
I tried my best to sound nonchalant and cool when saying this so that it wouldn’t seem like such a big deal in case she said no or looked annoyed by my offer.
But even though I knew deep down that it probably would have been better for me to leave her alone instead of bothering her with something so stupid and trivial like this, I couldn’t help but hope that she would say yes anyway and give me the chance to spend a little bit more time with her before we had to part ways again.
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To be honest, I actually thought that she was going to say no when I asked her if she needed any help with carrying her bag because of the fact that she was probably a bit wary and uncomfortable with the idea of letting someone like me, who was practically a complete stranger to her, get so close to her all of a sudden.
But then, to my great surprise, she actually looked up at me and smiled.
“Yes, please,” she said with a soft and gentle voice while holding out her bag for me to take.
For a moment there I was completely dumbfounded and I didn’t know what to do or what to say because I honestly thought that she was going to say no and reject me outright when I asked her if she needed any help with carrying her bag.
But then I quickly realized that she wasn’t rejecting me at all when I saw the big smile on her face and the kind look in her eyes as she looked up at me and held out her bag.
She was actually letting me carry her bag for her instead of rejecting me outright, and in doing so she was also allowing me to get closer to her than I had ever been before.
The moment I realized this I felt a surge of happiness coursing through my body from head to toe because of the fact that I was actually going to get the chance to spend a little more time with her before we parted ways again.
I also felt a sense of relief because of the fact that I wasn’t going to have to worry about what to talk about after all because we were already talking to each other, albeit in a very shallow and superficial way.
The truth was that I was very happy just to be able to stand next to her like this while carrying her bag for her, even though I knew deep down inside of me that this probably wasn’t going to last for very long because of the fact that she lived right around the corner from where we got off the bus.
The moment I got off the bus and started walking down the street with her, I quickly tried to think of something that I could talk to her about so that I wouldn’t have to listen to the sound of my own heart beating in my chest while waiting for her to say something first.
“Do you go to this school?”
I asked her, trying my best not to sound too nervous while looking in her direction with an awkward smile on my face.
“Yes, I do,” she replied with a small and polite smile.
“Do you go here too?”
“I’m in computer science,” I replied with an even bigger and even more awkward smile.
I was extremely aware of just how much I was sweating and how bad I must have looked at that moment, but I still couldn’t help but hope that she might still want to talk to me and get to know me better after all.
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“Do you like it?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied while nodding her head.
“I really enjoy it here and I think it’s a very good school.”
The two of us walked down the street in silence for about three or four seconds while I tried to think of something else that I could say to her before I finally opened up my mouth again.
“Where are you from?”
I asked her while trying my best not to sound like I was trying too hard to find something else that we had in common.
“I’m from Nigeria, but I was born here and I grew up here so I’m pretty much Canadian,” she replied with an innocent smile while looking up at me, “What about you?”
“I’m from Denmark,” I replied with an even bigger awkward smile while looking down at her face and wondering if she might be able to see the way that I was blushing from looking at me like this.
“Wow, that’s cool!”
she exclaimed with another innocent smile while looking up at me.
Hearing her say this gave me another surge of happiness that surged through my body from head to toe and made me feel like I was walking on air while standing next to her like this.
I felt like this because of the fact that this was pretty much the first time that anyone had ever said anything nice to me while talking to me like this and it made me feel like she actually liked me and that she might actually want to be friends with me after all.
Of course, deep down inside of me, I knew that this probably wasn’t going to happen and that this was probably never going to happen, but I still couldn’t help but hope that it would.
Just then, as soon as we walked around the corner and came to her house, she stopped walking and turned around to look at me so that I would stop walking too.
“Thank you very much for carrying my bag for me,” she said while smiling up at me and taking her bag back from me.
“It was nice meeting you too.”
“Wait, what’s your name?”
I asked her quickly before she could go inside and disappear on me forever.
“My name is Omotayo,” she said in a soft voice.
“Omotayo what?”
I asked her while trying to keep up with her while she started walking towards her door so that I wouldn’t have to leave her just yet.
“My name is Omotayo Adeleke,” she said in the same soft voice while turning back around to look at me again with an innocent smile on her face.
“What about you?What’s your name?”
she asked me when she saw that I wasn’t moving from where I was standing and that I was still looking at her like this.
“My name is Karl Jensen,” I replied with an awkward smile while blushing and trying very hard not to look away from her beautiful golden eyes so that she wouldn’t be able to see that there were tears welling up in them.
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