Searching for Addison

Chapter one

The thing about Addison Montgomery is, she could lie all the time. Right to your face or while she is laughing or crying, she could do it even while sleeping.
Her lies consumed her and became her world.
She couldn't go on a day without it, it's almost as if she was addicted; lying was her drug.

The first thing Addison told me was a lie; she lied about her name and age, then as the conversation kept on going or what felt to me as floating, (she made me feel right, words came out of my mouth dreamy, softly and direct. With her I felt like floating on my boat in the dark cold sea.) she lied to me about her hometown and upbringing. She made up a story about her family which I'll get to later on.
The only thing that wasn't a lie that day was her phone number.
I did not wait three days to call her, I called her as soon as I woke up the next day because I could not wait; she was breathtakingly alluring.
I thought she was exceptionally charming with bright dreams (which by the way, turned out to be all lies) and she had perfect words.

The second time I met her went on slightly different.
She wasn't as lucent as before, she also, did not give me the adventures vibe this time.
But oh had she not given me the mystery vibe; Addison was a mystery herself. Even before all of this happened.
I guess, I somehow knew what I was getting myself into.
We hadn't talked that much, cold silence filled the air we breathed but it was somehow comforting.
We sat on the table in the middle, there was a big candle. I liked the way the candle made her hair glow in gold and how it made her tiny smile more sincere and fierce.
She was different that night; quiet and on edge. Not that I could actually tell, at the end I had only met her once before, but now that I think of it, I know for sure that she was horrified. Of whom? Perhaps, the one who murdered her.