"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, I am af...
"Completely and perfectly incandescently happy" - Jane Austen
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His smirk is something that is so undeniably attractive. The way his rough, plump, pink lips curve up the tiniest amount on the right, exposing just a sliver of his blinding white teeth. The action causes him to have a more youthful, carefree aura. It is enticing. I am already planning my future actions on achieving my present: this smirk.
"Jane Eyre? You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but I was just reading upon its pages just yesterday." Oh but I can. You wouldn't believe it if I told you, that I saw said action in the flesh.
"Sir, would you believe it if I told you that I too was reading that exact book yesterday as well?" I question, feigning ignorance; for some say it is bliss. His eyes widen slightly at this knowledge, and his rosy lips part faintly, as if he was going to speak, but then decided against it.
"I wonder what part you were at. M-Me? I was at the part where Jane hears a shriek and runs into the hall to find Rochester; w-where he proceeds to tell everyone that he merely had a nightmare. When in reality-"
"Mr. Mason had been stabbed in the arm." He finishes my thought for me, and released a small breath through his mouth. "I am not one to believe in such coincidences Miss Sutton, however this is truly astonishing." I can't help but release a small chuckle in response, and in return I get a smirk! Yay Ellie!
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I have read Jane Eyre many a t-times. It is-s a classic novel that only grows more beautiful with ti-i-me." Stuttering has made a re-appearance. Yay.
"Miss Sutton- "
I must interrupt him. This is getting too weird. "Please call me Ellison, or Ellie. Miss Sutton sounds way to fucking formal." Truth is, I just greatly disliked having to hear the same last name I share with my father on constant repeat.
"Language, Ellison." Wow.
A name is just that, a name. Many people throughout ones life will call you that; you will hear it, see it, and say it. It is what you will forever be addressed by — no changing it, ever. Some people hate their names, others want it rolling off of others tongues left and right. Many humans in this world have uttered my name. While it is a rather odd name for a woman to have, I find pleasure in its uniqueness. However, who the hell thought a name could sound like that. It sounded like water spilling off his tongue. Ecstasy, is the only word that gives a small amount of justice to the now never ending voice of him speaking my name.
