MONDAY
Exactly a week later I had yet again missed the bus to work.
And immediately, you came to mind.
Don't ask me why, don't ask me how.
But as I made my way through the cemetery, I found myself searching the area for you.
And I found you.
Across the graveyard bent over a completely different tomb, you're face was still solemn. But less pained and broken.
I was about to walk over to you when your head turned in my direction. Our eyes locked and I stood there like an idiot.
Almost twenty-five feet away and yet I could still see how bright your blue eyes were. The early morning sun made your eyes look like sapphires.
And I was hooked.
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
