Stunned by the fact that the girl had disappeared, again. I sprinted back up to the front to see the cashier about my Candy apple candle. She found the last one and rang me up.
When I turned around to exit the building, I saw her again. Jerking my head around, I dropped and broke my candle then ran down the isle. The cashier looked concerned.
I turned left and finally saw her. I walked up to her and tapped on her shoulder.
It seemed as if the world had stopped. I had seen that face before. I don't know where though.
Her brunette hair fell against her face in a way that was so perfect I just wanted to find a flaw. Her skin was pale and she had high cheekbones and a very clear face. She had big blue eyes that looked as if she had put the entire ocean in them. She was taller than i, maybe half a foot. I felt small and helpless next to her.
As if she was an ocean and I was just a sandcastle.
Her facial expression told me she knew me as well. I don't know how. Or why. But she did.
She spoke to me like she had already broken down my walls and read every single crevice of my soul.
"Have we met before?" Her voice sent a wave of calm over my aura and i replied in a very shakey voice.
"I don't know how. But I think we have"
And with that, her gaze pierced my sanity and we stood there. In silence. For what seemed like hours.
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There are no Coincidences
RomancePeyton Lingfield has had these dreams every night for months. All surrounding the same dark haired girl. Every single dream has ended right before she sees a face. Then she starts to think she sees this girl in her wake. Is she just going crazy? or...
