Suddenly, I am faced with a door. Candles line the floor of the cave like an airplane runway and I am positively buzzing.
But this is not like any door I've ever seen. It's made of rich, burgundy coloured wood, and is the most archaic thing my eyes have ever withheld.
There is a small shutter on the door, which flips up like a small window, and I think I make out an audibly sharp intake of breath.
Unfortunately, I can not see this evidently alarmed person, as their side of the shutter is covered with a dark material, like a black veil.
The door swings open, and I am suddenly basked in a dim candle-light - warm and languid.
But the room full of warily staring people is not what strikes me, it's the boy before me;
All long limbs and floppy hair, blue eyes wild with something unfamiliar and awe-inspiring.
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PURPLE
Teen FictionHe promised he'd come back. It's been 3 years. I just want him back. (A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.) (Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)
