You're still here? I can't believe it. I'm not used to seeing someone else. I'm not used to living like this.
I was planning to tell you - you have nice eyes. They're sparkly. They watch me silently, observing every move I make.
I could get lost in them, if I wanted to.
Probably.
You have nice eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Until You Came
Short StoryWhat would it feel like to be a character in a book? What if characters could observe every reader, just like the reader observes them? What if the story character you're reading about fell in love with YOU?
