Song of the chapter: She {Harry Styles}
She flew around the room; her legs a blur as she spun round and round. Her movements were quick and unpredictable, almost intoxicating to watch. Her long hair covered her face, disallowing one to see her facial expressions, apart from the few glimpses we got, when her hair parted, of her full lips, usually, if my observations have been correct, always void of lipstick.
Those lips of hers were my nicotine. The reason I kept coming back every day to see her.
It was as if she was in a completely different world, when she was dancing. She just moved to the music. Sometimes, wondered whether she was aware of the cheers around her, of the wandering eyes of men and women alike, both of whom I equally wanted to punch.
Every single time I looked at her, it was as if the whole world disappeared, and it was just her and me alone, together. I felt a strange feeling of possessiveness towards her; like she was mine to look at and no one else's.
And I craved that feeling.
I didn't know her name. I didn't need to. SHE was enough for me.
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Rollercoasters, Sunflowers and All Things Good and Damned
Novela Juvenil"Because somehow, the sun rises each day. Emerging from the horizon, brighter and more beautiful than the previous day. You'll rise from the horizon too, learning to trust again. Learning to love again. Learning to heal. You'll emerge so bright that...
