Every good story starts with once upon a time,so... Once upon a time. There was a little girl, her name was Alisa (Thats me!). My Bestfriend Francis lives in the house next to our's. We have known eachother since I was 3 years old. He was there with me when I got accepted to college (close to our home). I was there for him when his parents got a divorce. "We are like brother and sister, we love eachother in a different way." is how he dicribes it. That isnt for me tho...As time passed by I noticed that he wasnt growing up like I was.. I changed every day, week, month, year. He changed every 2 years..Yes I counted. Like he.. shape shifted. But that doesnt bother me. I am to busy with his beautiful eyes and his long silky hair. His eyes are like sweet gemstones that sat gloriously within his smiling face..shimmering a wonderful blend of dark oak and light, enticing chocolate..They say that the rings in a tree trunk tell you its age, and yet in the sweet, wooden hues of his eyes..each detail only amplified my love.... I wish I could tell him how I feel but.. it will ruin our friendship. Everyday I wait at my window for him to get out of his house and play with his dog, I know it is creepy but I can't help it! It is...addicting.. his hair flows in the wind like they are ment to be together.. There he is. His every action turns my heart into gold, and as he smiles, I feel myself morph into a jewel stunning enough to match the jewels that are his eyes.. He is very Loquacious..in other words, he is very talkative and..hmm.. how do I say this?.. He is very.. Sagacious(wise). He is the reason im here.
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The hit of reality
Mystery / ThrillerA girl has had her childhood bestfriend since she was 3 years old, as years passed she noticed that he wasnt growing up like she did. she cant find any info about him so she goes on a mission, just for it to end in a... "original way?.."
