Only one

Her-Chapter one

Maria's pov
Her mocha eyes swirled like fresh milk being poured into hot coffee. Her hair as red as pale skin burnt on a hot summers day. Her skin whiter than fresh snow on the frosting ground in late December, but her heart,oh her heart,for it belongs to another. A man, tall and lank, a gruesome smile, but my opinion doesn't matter over hers. She means everything to me, taken by a man not worthy of such beauty. I will get her I don't know how, but without her my heart is empty, my soul is darkened. I need her.