We fall in love more than once in our lifetime
Quite often but never at the same time
But for Amara that's a all different story
When she falls in love with her bestfriend but doesn't believe she can ever be with him
she meets a pair of Hazel ey...
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The night is cold The night is sad for some For me the night is alone I'm alone
Well atleast I like to think that I block out every sound thinking of nothing in particular silence consumes me silence is so beautiful a gentle feeling that cools the mind I love the night
I let my feet take control my mind at ease everything is perfect Until my mind starts to work again I open my eyes at the sound of car breaks my feet move on instinct taking me back tripping over a stone. I fall on my butt
ouch I think to myself, my phone goes flying out of my hand on to the road and the car runs it over
"well damn" that's definitely not working I keep staring at my phone not focusing on anything else and try to replay what just happened.
my vision begins to move around the place but, a hand out stretched towards me blocks my view.
I look up to see a pair of Hazel eyes staring down at me with concern. I take his hand and he helps me up, his saying words but it's like my ears refuse to listen the imagine of the car almost hitting me replays in my mind like a broken record on repeat
Could that have been my death would I look like my phone on the ground with my organs all over the road
This man could have gone to jail for the murder of AMARA SMITH will it be considered murder though I think to myself
"Hello!" I finally hear him I look up at him to let him know he has my attention "Are you okay" worry clear on his face "I'm fine" I manage to say. I look down at my phone "But my phone isn't"hint of humour in my voice He chuckles a little. It catches my attention and I snap my neck so hard I might have broke it
"My bad. I'm sorry. I'll replace it" "No need I was planning on ditching it anyways"
He looks at me but doesn't push it "Can I atleast give you a ride" I look at him with a are you serious look
"You almost hit me" I say, bluntly, practically screem at him he sheepishly stretched the back of his neck "I'll be careful. I promise" I look up at him trying to study his face but with the cars lights blinding me, I couldn't really figure out his expression or the rest of his facial features
I look back to his car, it's a black Mercedes benz G wagon G63 The windows are completely black, something the maffia would drive. I wondered if he was in the mafia
He looked apart with his tattooed arm, but what would he be doing here. Hiding from some killers perhaps
my mind goes crazy with assumptions. He could be a drug dealer cause how else would he afford such an expensive car. He didn't look old enough to have a real job, maybe his from a rich family. I shake out of my thoughts and look up at him
