Scars

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Hey guys, im so sorry that this isnt a chapter but i just wanted to upload this because i wanted to share a little extract that i wrote a little while ago and idk but i was really proud of it and felt like showing you guys.  idk idk im lame but you can skip this if you want i wont mind, but thank you if you do take the time to read it, it would mean a lot :) thank you for reading this story once again, i love you so much and I promise I'll update shortly! 

It was him and his deserted caramel eyes. It was the way they swirled with honey and widened with surprise. It was his thin full lips that were stained a pastel pink and his structured cheekbones. It was his jaw and broad shoulders and the way he would carelessly flick his matt black locks out of his vision.

It was the way he walked, so tall and so firm, and how his presence was so strong that it could be felt even from miles away and it was the way his lips looked when they verbalised.

It was how he was able to hypnotise you by just merely looking at you and it was the way he stood, his head held high with pride and his arms resting by his side. It was the structure and toughness in which he surrounded himself in and the way he had the power to leave you so speechless even without saying a word.

It was the way he would rarely speak but when he did, everyone would become distracted in listening to him and his deep voice. It was how he smiled, his face lighting up like a child’s and how he laughed so beautifully, making you awestruck in a couple of seconds. 

It was him and his strong embrace that sucked the ground from beneath my feet and it was how he became my saviour at the time I needed saving the most without even acknowledging it. It was his aligned beauty and the way it struck you so suddenly and it was the way he would make my heart race even without being close.

It was the way he loved so tenderly and the way he looked when he was mesmerised. It was him and his heart of gold that was set on helping anyone and everyone that he possibly could and his large hands that I wish I could hold.

It was the way he would communicate and how the tattoos that roamed his body held so much density and meaning that it was magnificent. It was his words and riddles that put order to everything around me and it was how he became interested over such simple things in a matter of a few seconds.

It was the allurement which he had caged inside him and out and it was the way it shined so effortlessly. It was the way I was his shadow and how I was so set on never leaving him, trailing behind him in every step that he took and it was the way he would never see me no matter how hard I tried.

It was the way I loved him for all that he was and all that he could and would be even though he wasn’t aware I was here.  It was how I had no difficulty defending him and how he so dexterously walked right past me all the way to her. And it was the way I continued to line my steps with his, making sure to keep my arms outstretched to catch him if he were to ever fall.

 It was the way I was willing to do so much for him and the way that I craved him. It was how he was so important to me. And it was how he managed to keep me sane but drive me so insane at the same time without even being mine.