Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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I stared at it. The midnight-sky blue dress, diamonds dazzling under the light, shining with all its beauty. It looked the same. And in that moment, I believed it would be the only constant in my life. Everything else changed—me, my mind, my relationship with practically everybody—but not the dress. The dress was a symbol of what I had, of which I've now lost. But it didn't make me sad, it made me nostalgic, and I was overwhelmed with a melancholic madness that consumed me and all my scars. And it rewrote them.

Jameson cleared his throat. "I'm sorry." He stammered slightly, lifting his arm to reach up to the dress. I stopped him, placing a gentle palm on his forearm.

We stood there like that for a while. My hand was on Jameson's arm, with my gaze fixated on the dress, and his gaze fixated on me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't dare turn around. I needed to look at my dress. Not because it was beautiful—because, undoubtedly, it was—but because I was watching the memories play in a kaleidoscope vision across my eyes, like an old film, fluttering with the weight of so many memories.

Suddenly, his eyes became the most interesting things in the room, like a hypnotic spectacle.

Am I in love?

His hand fit perfectly into mine.
His palm pressed against my back.
We could dance like we had practiced our whole lives.

All I could concentrate on was
his face,
his features,
his hair,
the feeling of him touching me.

Nothing else mattered in this moment.
Everything with him came so naturally.
As if we were two souls entwined together.

His eyes were beautifully alight with lust.
I fell deep into a hypnotising spiral of love.

Then our lips met.

I felt the burning passion of a myriad of stars course through my veins.

His eyes were shimmering, like emeralds. His lips never looked so kissable, his jawline sharp enough to cut through my skin and into my pounding heart.

"Your eyes are an ocean."

Then I saw him. A glorious sparkle shone in those sapphire eyes.

Just like a midnight sky.

Angels singing joyously in the crystal shadows.

"Happy birthday, Sky."

It was my dress.

Jameson's safe haven of an embrace mended all my worried filled scars. Jameson pulled away and slammed his lips into mine.

His eyes seemed to have met a miracle as they soaked my appearance up.

"Should we dance again?"

"I notice every detail about you."

"You're beauty is beyond my broken minds imagination."