"Why do you always bite your lip?" Zach asked, the hint of a childish curiosity gleaming in his eye.
She took a second to look into his childish hazel eyes as she recognized the peak in his curiosity. Though she never realized it, she had started because of him. He awakened a piece of her she had locked away for years; he gave her a reason to get lost in thought. Nothing had given her the drive to find the will to succeed until he came along. As she subconsciously bit her lip, a genuine smile crept its way across her face.
Laying his hand gingerly on her shoulder, he spoke. "You're doing it again."
"You are the reason."
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoésieI always come up with stories, but I cannot elaborate on them. I can't even finish a two page short story, so I write one page little bitty made up scenarios. I just want to be able to share them with people who appreciate the writing.
