Days of Memories.

Prologue

I sat in couch at the corner of the room by the window, looking at the beautiful metropolitan scenery.

It really is crowded.

Many people are passing by, either trying to find a spot for lunch or in the middle of a stroll.

I averted my gaze to the center of the room.

There he was, sitting in the bed casually while reading his book.

His face sculpture is astounding as usual, even if I can only see ¾ of his face. His beautiful brown eye is not visible with the sight of his thick glasses. His jawline. Oh God. It's so beautiful and on point.

He suddenly looks at me causing me to lo look away quickly.

I could feel that my face is burning with embarrassment as I covered my face with my hair.

I could hear him chuckle and I still hid my face between my long locks.

I could hear him slowly walking closer to me and I could feel my heart start beating fast. I can tell that my face is deep red, and is about to explode.

He swipe up my hair and laughed. God. His face is really close to mine.

He took off his glasses revealing his beautiful brown eyes that can only make my heart beat even faster and now, I can feel butterflies in my stomach.

He leans even closer and rests his forehead against mine. Whatever game is he going to play, I'm not giving in.

"Close your eyes Lara" he said with his usual husky voice.

I frowned at him and I can see that he's biting his lower lip. God. I can't handle this.

"Why?" I ask.

He smirks at my question.

"Just do it" he replied.

Confused, I closed my eyes. And I could feel that he had moved. I was about to peek but then he interrupted.

"No peeking"

I shut my eyes closed again and I wonder of what he's doing right now. I then feel the couch slightly moves, meaning that he's already back.

"Open your eyes" he said.

And so I did.

I gasped. He's holding a bouquet of Violets and he handed the bouquet to me. I'm still dumbstruck of what he just did and took the flowers from his hand. Before I could say anything he put his finger on my lips and he gently caresses my hair. He stood up and stared at the metropolitan scenery through the window. The sunlight hits him perfectly.

His dark brown hair and dark brown eyes turns lighter, and his jawline and cheekbones looks even sharper. His lips parted a bit and that completes everything. He does not look like an art. He, himself is an art.

He looks back at me, and I give up. My heart is beating wildly and I hope that he didn't hear it. He smiles at me and say

"Wanna go on adventures?"

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