Cupid, not me!

Prologue.

Let me tell you a story. There is this glass which you  hold in your hand. You hold it titely so it doesn't fall. But one day, you just don't feel like holding it anymore, reason? Could be lots of them, but the main one could be that you just don't care anymore. So, this glass falls down and breaks into pieces. And you just feel bad. You feel terrible. So, what do you do? You try to fix it. You try glue, selotape, superglue... But nothing works. Because even though some pieces stick together there are just parts that won't get fixed to another. Let me tell you why? Cause, you broke it. And, no matter what you do, it would never be the same.

He stares at me as if he knew what I was thinking. But no, he wasn't. If he could, he would have just runned of my sight ages ago. I mean, I don't think stuff like a serial killer thinks of but I am certain that my mind works really weirdly. As he stares at me I get lost in the blue of his eyes. I glare him back. We are in a glares battle and suddenly. Bang. All of the sudden everything changes. All of the sudden our glares are not glares. It's just awkward.

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Okay, so just first of all let me tell you I am spanish. So, if I have grammar mistakes, please just don't care too much because although I handle quite good spelling, some things just I can't remember quite  how to write them.

Secondly, I want to thank you for reading my stry. In advance, I just wan to tell you that is kind of cliché but in a good way, I mean I do actually hope that you like it. 

Please tell me how is it going as you read? And what do you expect that will happen? 

Thanks for reading, -Lucy xxx