"I can't do it."
"Yes, you can."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Ugh! I said no!"
"Well I believe in you, Tatianna. You can do it."
Placing his hands on both of my shoulders, he looked at me with those beautiful black orbs of his that I found myself drowning slowly in its endless abyss. The kind of smile on his face is the one I rarely see on him. It was neither the teasing kind nor his infamous smirk that most of the girls both in and out of our school will drool for. His overall expression is something I could not describe. My knowledge about adjectives just left me right then and there. All I can tell is that it is very different... and soft.
I can't even describe what I'm feeling right now, staring into the window of his soul. My heart started to race, my insides feel like it is being twisted into knots, and my knees are turning into jelly. I hate the fact that only he can do this to me.
He moved his hands from my shoulders and held my face. No words were spoken. His eyes did all the talking. I, on the other hand, just lost my voice.
Oh Marco... how could you break down the walls I've made with just the way you look at me?
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The Way You Look At Me
Teen Fiction[NaNoWriMo 2014] I like my lonely world... I thought it's the best... But then you came along. No one ever saw me like you do. You believe in me, and that made me believe in myself as well. I never knew just what a smile was worth. But those smiles...
