Aspen's POV
She is so infuriating.
Yet so fucking beautiful.
Every time I see her I can't take my eyes off her, especially her big brown eyes.
Sand. Coffee. Books.
I could get lost in her eyes if I hadn't ruined it for myself.
I couldn't help it, nobody will ever get close to me and it's better that way.
If she gets too close there's no stopping me, I'll hurt her and I know it.
If she ever gets hurt from me I won't ever forgive myself so I'll never get close.
She doesn't like me one bit and if she did I'd ruin her.
She's like a rose.
Prickly and covered in thorns to grasp but a beautiful sight to see and a mesmerizing scent to smell.
She smelt like amber and campfires.
She looked like an eclipse, light and dark shadowed over one another.
I hate it.
I hate her.
She drives me insane.
My power is my self-control and no pretty girl will change that especially her.
"Hey!" I call out to her
"what?!" She calls out back annoyed
"Who are you?!" I yell
"I'm Alora Serres, you dick!" She snarls back
Alora.
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My brain wouldn't function when she spoke to me, It just got clouded by everything she is.
She won't change me. I know who I am. I know what I'm doing.
And quite frankly I fucking hate her.
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A/N: Hi I hope you enjoyed his point of view! I will continue to switch POVs throughout the book whenever I find the chance, hope you enjoyed!
Sarah
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