After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
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*UPDATE* I have changed Noah's surname to 'Grayson'. It was only the other day that I found another story on here with the same name. It was my personal choice to change it because I want my character to be unique. I'm sorry if this now confuses you, if you're used to his old one.
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A thing.
We all have a thing.
I don't mean a thing as in an object you possess. Not even as in an emotion that you have for somebody. But a passion that you have deep inside.
My thing is running. That's always been my thing.
Running has the ability to somehow almost get rid of anything that I think. When I run I feel like I belong. An escape.
I've always ran from a young age. Running in my little back garden, chasing butterflies, and away from wasps. I was quite athletic. You see, I never wanted myself to enter this type of world. I always thought that I could be something. An Olympian, a scientist, an artist even. Anything where I can just...let go. It has always been the thing for me. I've always taken the chance to run whenever I could. It was my thing that I could enjoy. The one thing that I loved.
The one thing that's never left me. It even saved me. It's also the only thing I have from my childhood that I can keep alive. The only thing that keeps me being me.
I didn't know what I was expecting when I spotted Noah. That he was going to run over to me? Hug me? Kiss me? For god's sake Izzy, get over yourself.
In fact, his eyes met mine and I could see him tense. I don't know why but it seemed like he was angry at me. What the fuck have I done? I really wanted to apologise to him today but I don't know if I should anymore now. There's too much whizzing around my head.
His gorgeous emerald eyes drop down my body and I shiver under his gaze. He makes sure to make his time coming back up, his eyes lingering on my legs. My mind immediately reminds me when I was in his room in just his hoodie and I got this exact reaction from him. Who knew Grayson had a leg fetish?
Back to asshole Noah, his whole persona relaxes and his trademark smirk appears. Just as I am blushing furiously, he obviously thinks it's funny to head in my direction. At this moment, I know I should move. Or do anything really, but I don't. Noah approaches me and stands about a foot away from me and raises his eyebrow. His scent fills my senses and I can barely stand.
Unintentionally, I allow my own eyes to swoop over him. Let's say I'm returning the favour. He's wearing a grey tight vest, revealing the muscles from his arms to his shoulders. For the first time, I spot a tattoo on his upper shoulder. Dropping further down, his black running shorts don't do any favours for the rest of the male population either, due to his muscles on his legs. I trace my eyes back up slowly, skimming over the tent in his shorts because dear god I swear I'm innocent – even though I know I'm biting my lip when I think about lifting up his vest a little. I wonder what his bare abs look and feel like. Eyeing the veins popping out on his arms for a second time, and making sure to take a peek at his tattoo, it seems like forever until I see his face again. The one face that is beginning to make its way into my dreams at night and in the day.
