His Secret

I recently met a guy. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but something was odd about this man. Just different. Like deep inside he had a cold dark secret that he hid from the world. a secret that was ready to implode. I'm not quite sure why that drew me to him, but it did. There was something so dark and mysterious about this man and i had a feeling that he would have killed me if I found out. He stared at me through the window. It caught me by surprise. my first instinct was to walk away, but I knew I couldn't. After a few minutes of pondering i went to him and demanded to know his reasoning. He was quiet. i kept talking but he never replied. It was like he didn't even notice my presence. I began to think he was crazy.  He slowly walked toward me. I dodged out of his way like a maniac. He was actually walking pass me. After a while of his silence he finally spoke. I didn't understand what he had said. He was speaking another language. I asked him did he speak English and he said that he spoke a little English. Did he think that his lack of understanding gave him the right to ignore me? All i could say was oh. a simple boring "oh". I managed to find out through his google translator that he was from Bosnia. A phone call interrupted our conversation. He started speaking in his language. At that moment i walked away. So many thoughts rushed through my head as i left, like what brought him to America, and why was he watching me. The things that i forgot to ask him once we started to communicate. He was just so interesting. It was not his personality or what he was saying, but it was something deeper than that. That should have been the last time i saw him, but it wasn't.