Out of My Mind (Book 2)

Chapter Eleven

If you want to get the feel of this chapter and what inspired me, play "Spectrum" by Zedd and Matthew Koma. (Most notably the version from the iTunes session). The version is easy to find, I promise you. It doesn't matter whether you're on Android or iPhone or your computer, you can find it.

The song is beautiful either way.

Also, the picture or unfuctioning gif above is of Stydia as some of you may know. In my world, they are OTP.

Towards the end of the chapter, you will understand what it means.
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Colton's POV

She has that smile.

She has the smile that once she flashes her teeth at you, it's like she flashed a diamond.

It makes her seem livelier and happier.

It's a diamond that's worth millions that I wouldn't sell for anything.

It makes you happy to even see her smile because it's a rare thing and you're happy you got a chance to see it or even make it happen.

Then, you're wondering how you got lucky enough for it all to happen - how you got her to love you or even get attached to you.

I don't know if it's just me but she has eyes that can evoke a reaction out of you whether it's happiness or an urgency to comfort because I don't want to see those sad tears rolling down her cheeks if she's eliciting an upset emotion or covering it up. There's a glisten and most times, you can tell if the glisten means pure happiness or pure rejection.

I'd prefer to see the glisten of pure happiness.

The day I see that glisten of pure rejection and I know it's because of me is the day that I will live the rest of my days in guilt knowing that I caused it and that I can't change whatever I did to have caused it.

The day she forgives me for that glisten of rejection is the day I can relieve myself of that stress pressuring me down like gravity.

"Where are we going first, Colton?" She asked, keeping my arm close to her, shining that diamond smile.

"Where do you think we're going?" I asked her keeping my arm wrapped around her shoulder as her hair cascaded around it.

"Let me guess..." She said. "Hmmmm?"

I walked around the truck and opened the door.

"Thank you, kind sir." She smiled as she climbs into the truck.

"You're welcome, m'lady."

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"Where are you taking me?" She laughed.

Her laugh sounds like a normal laugh. A laugh that you'd hear everywhere. It's not bad at all. In fact, the very sound brings joy to my ears like the way when you hear your very inspiration talk. Once they talk, you turn your head faster than if you heard your own name and at that moment or any other moment that concerns them, your only concern is your idol; your inspiration. Even when they're not speaking or they're not related to the topic at hand, we defend them with every fiber of our being.

That's what I'd do for her.

She matters more to me than myself.

She's my concern.

Just like anyone's inspiration, she keeps me believing that I can do anything. She gives this bursting feeling of joy.

Maybe Elliana has this affinity and I may have one for her, but either way, we have this quality within us - embedded in us - that make us compatible.