[Julie's point of view]
In my room, I lazily watched the waves overlap each other. I used to be so depressed whenever I see the blue of the ocean. It would remind me of the eyes I used to look into. I snapped out of my thoughts and heard knocking on my door.
"Mom, I'm back." Erma called
"Alright." I replied
I stayed distant from Erma from the moment she was born. She reminded me too much of the man I ran away from. As she walked in the room, I couldn't stand how she looked so similarly to him. But before I walked out the room, I saw a slightly hurt expression on her face. As much as it pained me as well, I had to walk out. I wandered the halls and noticed a man heading straight to me. Before I could say anything, I felt something hitting hitting my head. Then, everything went black.
[William's point of view (Tom's dad)]
After hearing what Tom, my son, told me what he heard, the first thought that had come to mind was "I need to see her." So right after Tom left, I immediately called one of my associates and ordered him to search for a woman named Jenny. After a few minutes, my associate reported back that she was nowhere to be found. But because of my desperation to see her, I got out of my room and began walking around the hotel in hope to run into Jenny.
Of course after a few hours of standing around with all my efforts in vain, I had to go back to my room. But just as I was about to turn the corner, I spotted a familiar wisp of black hair. As I ran to catch her, she turned around and I ran into her . I expected to see the familiar hazel eyes looking up at me. Instead I was met with slightly darker eyes looking shocked at me. My black eyes boring into her brown. Her eyes and facial features reminded me greatly reminded me of Jenny. The girl looked to be about fifteen years old, a sense I developed from my mafia experiences. Just then, I heard a voice I had grown accustomed to calling
"Erma, it's time to g-"
Just as I heared that I spun around. This time I was sure I saw the correct pair of hazel eyes.
"William," She whispered
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Roses are red, like blood
Short StoryROSE. It was just a four letter word, but it was more than a word. It wasn't just a flower; no, it was much more than that. Tom slammed his car door shut as he got out of his car. He couldn't believe his father had kept such a thing from him for 18...
