He's staring at me; eyes locked with mine. I couldn't describe the emotion while we try to read each other through our eyes. "You really are beautiful," he says, smiling at me; breaking the silence.
"How can you say that?" I snorted, taking it as a joke. Because it isn't true.
He chuckled and caressed my cheek. "I don't know," he replied, "maybe because I can see what you can't see. I can see what others can't."
I knitted my eyebrows, confused. "You can see what?" I asked.
He smiled. My heartbeat became fast. As if time stopped when he whispered to my ear, "The true you."
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RandomHave you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape...
