Skye's POV
They say when you die, you see your life flash before your eyes.
I saw Adam.
A movie reel of his lopsided smile, his endearing little laugh, his mocha brown eyes that glistened when he was listening intently, his rough hands, the way his hair fell messily across his face, never failing to make him look staggeringly handsome, his strong, defined, jawbone, the little crinkles that formed next to his eyes when he laughed, his toned chest, the way he hunched over a little when standing beside me, to gain discreet closeness, and intimacy, the way he loses himself when listening to a song he holds dear, the way he wasn't afraid to cry at something exceptionally beautiful, his absolute graciousness towards everyone and everything, his somehow charming introversion around females, the graceful way he composed himself whilst still remaining irresistibly masculine, the way his lips touched mine carefully, and respectfully, not wanting to ever force anything upon me, only deepening the kiss when given consent by my initiation.
Everything.
Down to every last mole, freckle and crease.
I could even hear the soothing husky tone of his voice, like sugar and honey, drifting into my ears.
When he spoke to me, fear didn't exist.
He is my life.
And so the saying is true.
The movie reel stopped on an image of him smiling. His eyes looking not at me, but into me.
Deeper than you can even imagine.
The love I felt was overwhelming.
I was allowed in that moment, to be truly, blissfully, happy.
The image started to fade.
And I felt myself drifting off.
YOU ARE READING
I'm coming after you.
FanfictionOwl City's Adam Young starts to wake in cold sweat, every night, after having the same reoccurring nightmare. Then he receives an unexpected phone call. Confused and a little frightened he welcomes a beautiful stranger into his home. Could she be th...
