He was looking at me, not in a way a guy usually would. There was something in his eyes, I couldn't put my fingers on. his eyes were telling me something. something I was trying to read, but failed. I could see a flash of something in his eyes. anger? frastration? i don't know.
I was looking into his eyes, returning his gaze. He didn't look away. His eyes piercing me deep. stiring something deep inside me. fear?
'Elijah?' A pretty girl, sharp features, long brown wavy hair. She was next to perfect. Maybe she was training for India's Next Top model. She called him. Still holding my gaze, he wispered something in her ears. Next i know he was out the door even before my mind could process what was actually going on. Weird.
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Lost
Teen Fictionwhat if the one you love gave you away for he very thing your dreaded. what if ..
