19 year old Belle lives a simple sweet life and could never be happier. That is until one day in a coffee shop she finds herself admiring a rather dark character who strikes her curiosity. What began as a few harmless photos from afar quickly turns...
"Belle look!" That guy keeps looking over here at us." Jesse whispered in my ear, breaking me from my blank gaze into space. I lifted my head and instantly noticed what she was talking about. A very dark looking boy kept staring directly at us from across the cafe. He was in the most literal way absolutely stunning. His hair was long, dark and curled with emerald green orbs for eyes and the most full crimson lips i had ever seen on a man. I found a lot of interest in the countless tattoos that painted his skin. It was assumed that the rest of him had to covered as well. Although it was the glare he sent me, with a clenched jaw and intense eyes that made him seem all but warm and friendly. But I would look to think it's just an exterior.Surely nobody could be purely dark on the inside and out. I could tell there was more to his character.
"He's hot i guess if you're into creepy, homicidal, gang member freaks." She said with a slight giggle.
"I don't know, he's kinda....beautiful. like something you'd only draw up in your mind."
She gave me a purely confused glare. I realized it was because i let my filter slip and forgot how we both view things drastically different.
"You worry me sometimes."
Given, he was a very gorgeous portrait there was still an undeniable troubling vibe that radiated off of him. I had no real intentions on ever introducing myself but admiring from afar couldn't hurt. Right?
"Okay well, I've got class and you have work in 20. Love you Belle, Bye."
She gathered up her things then gave me a quick hug before leaving out the front door. I sat back and pulled out my sketch pad to start sketching a rough draft of the man i found my attention fully devoted to. I looked at the phone and saw that i wouldn't have time to finish it cause i had to leave. But then it hit me. I could just take a photo and finish it later. I pulled out my phone and tried to casually lift it to take the photo. Next thing i knew he looked dead in my direction and my hand flinched causing me to take a blurry picture but that didn't matter cause i just put myself in a very awkward situation. I quickly threw my things in my bag and rushed out in a fast paced walk. Why did I do that? I literally know how to make myself look like a complete weirdo. On the bright side I'll be getting to work early and I have no complaints about free coffee. Although it is a real shame because I did want to find out the mans name but the chances of seeing him again in the whole city of London is practically impossible.
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AN{ So I've decided that at the end of every chapter I will put one of my favorite pictures of my favorite angel.}
