I was still for only a moment. Then I realized that I was brutality shaking. I could feel tears ready to fall onto my face at any moment.
He took a small step toward me, but I took a large step backwards in return. What was he going to do this time? I wondered.
I looked at his beautiful, sorrowed eyes. Why did he look in pain? Why did the expression on his face tell me he cared about me, when he so obviously didn't? Was he trying to fool me again? I hated him right now.
My lips quivered, trying to say something to him, but nothing came out. My voice stained to say anything to him. I wish I were only in a dream. A terrible, ongoing dream. I knew better than that though. If this were a dream, I was never going to wake up.
I tried to force out words, but just ended up making a horrible stuttering sound.
Finally, I managed to wisper a single word to him. I stared right at him, tears falling loosely down my face, and asked him the question. "Why?"
Then I ran. As far as I could from him. I could hear his faint voice yelling at me to stop and come back, but I did no such thing. I only kept running.
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India White
Ficção AdolescenteEver since India lost her memory, nothing's been the same. She ends up at a school for the magical, where she gains powers. Although she meets a cute guy named Jaspen, her life seems to be to constantly be in peril. What happens when she finds herse...
