He had to put a name to the face. It was obvious. But she was oblivious.
She walked near to him, stepping closer. Her perfume lingered in the air as he stepped aside, revealing it to her.
She gasped in shock, her fingers shaking in front of her gaping mouth, and she flipped her eyes to his for a brief moment, before flitting back to it.
Fingers reached out to caress, but halt soon, pulling away.
She lets her fingers trail in the air along with the marked coal. In awe of the eyes at first.
'Did you name it?' She asks.
'Not yet.' He sighs in return.
She nods in understanding, watching the lips on her in the sunlight glow.
She does not the ignore the scar in the wrist, and she clutches hers in a haste, a tingle coursing through her skin.
'Her eyes are crystal like. The burgundy beautiful too.'
He mumbles a thank you, watching the sun light her features.
Amber washed over the golden goddess, her green eyes alight, and her smile, life-like.
Soon, he's guiding her out, heartbroken at her abrupt exit, out of his house.
❌never type with freshly manicured or painted nails❌
✖ w o l f e ✖
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Short Storyher kohl-ed eyes and painted lips each day captured his heart; never to let go... |06 DECEMBER 2017| AUTHORED BY KAROLINE WOLFE Registered under Asian Patent Attorneys Association(APAA) for intellectual property protection.
