James pov
I know it was kind of stalkerish to have followed her to her house but after getting a lecture from my uncle and not being able to get her out of my head, I had to. Her cloudy grey eyes, brown wavy hair, cute little nose, and just extremely kissable lips, how is it possible to get her out of your mind? She had a petite sort of figure, no more, taller than 5ft 2” and she’s sort of impulsive. I wouldn’t have pegged her for being on the rich side, with the hoody and jeans, I saw her wearing today. Standing outside of her house, I couldn’t mistake it, her house was a two story, six bedroom house that looked more like a mansion than anything else. That’s when I noticed her in the kitchen and her whole demeanor seemed to have changed. She looked sad, or lonely, but not as tense like she doesn’t have to be on guard anymore. She still had that confident aura though and I instinctively took a step forward, forgetting that I was outside and she was inside, so I ran smack into the door. Damn glass screen door, I never could tell the difference between it being a door or not and always run into them.
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The Falling
Short Story*Dawn* has always been the shy girl. Even though her parents are wealthy and well maintained, she goes for more of the fly on the wall, girl next door kinda look, with the baggy hoody and dark jeans. So what happens when she stumbles upon a book tha...
