•Night Angel•

CHAPTER LXXVII - BEWITCHED

May, 2010. 07.30. Malibu, Los Angeles. CA.

Third Person POV.

Her strides were long. The sweat on her forehead, dripping down the sides, making a few stray curls attach to her face, the cool breeze of the ocean hitting her, making her ponytail fly back. Beads of sweat ran down her uncovered abdomen, her chest rising and falling rapidly because of how fast she was running, both of her legs burning, her chest on fire, but never slowing down.

After a few more strides, she started to slow down, coming to a stop. Taking deep breaths through the nose and exhaling through her mouth, Sophia stood in front of the ocean. Trying to catch her breath, she placed both of her hands on her hips and looked at the horizon. The ocean was illuminated by the first sun rays of the morning and it made a portion of the water seem like it was shining.

As she looked at the beautiful scenario in front of her, she looked back at a pair of blue eyes she remembered so vividly. For her, it was like just yesterday she saw those eyes for the first time, when truth is, it had been quite a while now.

She never understood why she remembered them so vividly, so clear in her head. What was so hypnotizing about them that she always seemed to come back to them? At one point, Sophia had tried to compare those eyes to Michael's.

But she never could. They were just... So different. Not only because Michael's were green and the other's blue. But because there was something different in them. In both of them.

They were so beautiful and captivating, but at the same time, one was colder than the other. She should have always known that, but she never really thought about them until she saw the only colour that matched those eyes.

Shaking those thoughts from her head, she turned to look at the big white house on the hill just a kilometer away from where she was standing.

With one last look at the ocean and a small sigh, Sophia started to run towards the mansion, finishing her morning run. She thought that maybe running could take away from her mind the dream she had, with a certain someone and its eyes.

But it seems it only made it worse, because she kept on thinking about them. She hoped that those thoughts went away as soon as she left the beach, but they didn't and it was barely 7:31 in the morning.

And those thoughts, especially those eyes, didn't left Sophia's mind the whole day

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May, 2010. 15:40. Venice Beach, Los Angeles. CA.

Michael was laying his head on Sophia's lap as she was stroking his hair with one hand and holding a book with the other.

The sound of the waves was almost lulling him to sleep, but the sun was making it a little hard to do so. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl above him.

Her brown curly hair loose over her shoulders and moving widely from side to side with the air, her big brown eyes covered by a pair of his Ray-Ban glasses, her defined features that made her seem like a porcelain doll, her soft tanned skin and the freckles adorning it, being more visible because of the sun.

As Michael looked at her, he realized, for the hundredth time in his life since he met her, how lucky he was to have a girl like that.

A girl that after all the wrong he did in the past, should have never forgiven him, but she did, because her heart was the purest and kindest he had ever seen in someone. Because her heart was that big and full of love.

He screwed up, big time. He knew it, she knew it, everyone knew it. And even though they broke up, and started relationships with other people, he thought his future with her was over, forever. Sometimes at night, when he closes his eyes, he sees Sophie's face when she found out he had spied on her and Tony.