The Fifth of July:
She opened me up for the first time today. Her cascading hair was curled softly and she smiled as her eyes danced from word to word.
I remember the day perfectly. The sky was dark and rain was falling harshly from the black clouds. She curled up against the window in the café shop with the book in her right hand, a Carmel coffee in the left. I could smell the sweet fragrance as she brought the black mug to her sweet lips. Her eyes never leaving the story in her hands.
I stared at her as she read. Her expressions showed in her face as she got to know the characters. She read for about 2 hours. Her coffee became drops of cream and sugar, the dark sky started to turn a light blue.
she closed the book, that was the last time I saw her that day. The next couple of hours were spent recalling her breathtaking features. I recalled her chocolate brown locks and vibrate blue eyes. her furrowing eyebrows when confusion struck her. The way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when something unexpected happened.
I hope she comes back soon.
After all, she still has 63 chapters to read.
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Literature Love
Teen Fictionshe read the book everyday. he looked her everyday. she fell in love with the characters. he fell in love with her. a fictional book where the character in a novel falls in love with the reader.
