Flying.
I haven't seen Elijah since the day he took me to the race track.
That means it's almost been a week.
Or at least I think it has been.
All I've thought about this week is the way his hands feel in mine and how calm and un-angry they make me feel.
When he touches me all my anger seems to leave until he lets go.
I believe that is called peace.
Peace is nice.
Peace seems to be kind.
When I was in that car with him I felt like I was flying.
When he let me put my hands up so I could feel the wind through my fingers it still felt like he was holding me.
It felt peaceful.
I felt alive.
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IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story has only 5 parts left, can you believe that? Although I am sad about this I am also extremely overwhelmed and excited about it because it will be the first book I've ever completed.
I'm sure you guys can understand that hype.
I also have works in progress! One that is about a character in this book and one for a new story that I've been working on for months, going on a year even!
Let me know if you would like to read them because I'm so extremely excited to share them!
Farewell for now my lovelies!
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