*Reed (Him)*
Red, is the colour I loved to watch as the tint of it caressed her cheeks when she flushed everytime she realized that I caught her beautiful ocean blue eyes staring straight at mine.
The way she twists the green emerald stone of her necklace which sits perfectly on her chest with her soft fingertips just sends chills down my spines.
The way my hands itched to run my fingers over those tempting shoulder blades, almost made the chair break as I grip the edge too tight with my knuckles slowly turning white.
While I was drowning at the thoughts of her, I almost didn't notice Desiree tugging at the hem of my sleeve. But I don't feel like looking at her right now but at the girl that's seated a few feet away from me, Indigo.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello you guys, I have started writing this last year, 2014 and I got super busy with all my work considering I also study at the same time that's why I can hardly write, with all the hectic schedules and such. I will try to update as fast as I can, just please bear with me okay? Okay.
In my opinion, I think it's normal when a pissed person cuss so...yeah. Haha. You'll see what I'm trying to say here on the few chapters.
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The Art of Love
Short Story[Her] His eyes, everytime I look at them it feels like rainbow that appears up above the sky after a cruel thunderstorm. I hope he looks at me the same way he looks at her. [Him] Her eyes, shining like a diamond snowflake and as deep as the blue atl...
