Pale fingertips drift across her warm pink-tinted cheek. Dark lashes casting shadows across her face as she sleeps in content. Her slim fingers grip mine tightly as she shuffles closer to me in her sleep. I shouldn't have came here, I should have ne...
I have two stories that I am working on that are in third person, that coming back to first is a complete trip.
Also, this is going to be longest chapter yet. I didn't want to separate it as it wouldn't have made as much sense. So please enjoy the extra long chapter!
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Eleanor Jameason knew that coincidences were not just coincidences. That the family you were born into was meant to be. That the friends you make were meant to be in your life as someone to confide in. And she always believed that when finding the one you were meant to love would be like a lightening bolt flashing through a dark sky. That when she met that person, she would know like a bell going off. Eleanor knew that every action, every event, was meant to happen. No matter how difficult, no matter how wonderful, no matter how impossible it all seem; there was no such things as coincidences. And that is a truth that Eleanor kept in her heart since the moment she lost her father, the moment she became friends with Connor, to having a talent in a world that is normally very critical.
So as she stood there, after having a wonderful evening with even more wonderful people she had ever met. Eleanor had no way of understanding how she came to this situation. To not only exposing a secret of her own, but also the man she had inexplicable feelings for. She had no idea that this night would have ended the way that it did, that she had only had the expectations that her and Alice would work on their project. Not to standing out in the middle of the woods, late at night, staring at the face of someone who haunted her dreams since the moment she ran into him in a field by a party to celebrate the ending of summer.
No, Eleanor never expected any of this to have happened, but she also didn't believe in coincidences or accidents.
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To say that beginning to get past whatever just happened was not entirely easy. Normally, confidence is not an issue of mine. Normally, I can just be Eleanor and get past it quickly with a smile on my face. Yet, as I stand here, watching the car go around the side of the house. I felt like I was drowning in it.
"Well, that certainly was interesting..." Alice's voice is beside me, causing me to glance at her from the corner of my eye. Sighing, I just scratch a hand through my light brown hair as an exhausted breath leaves my lips.
"You can say that again..." I mumble under my breath as I face Alice who smiles happily at me. Grabbing my hand, she leads me up to the front door. Which is a beautiful dark oak with a brass doorknob and knocker. Opening up the door, I feel my hazel orbs widen in amazement.
"Welcome to the Cullen's" Alice beams as she leads me further into the home.
"Its beautiful" I let out in a breath of amazement.
And it truly is. With tall white walls with dark beams that probably was apart of the original homes structure. A brick fireplace and cozy furniture are laid out in front of me. I was sure that the rest of the house was just as amazing but walking into it, all I felt was warmth.
