PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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My stomach swelled with anxiety & eagerness to know what would she say next; the wounded skin around my stomach twist even harder, with the movement of her hands that curls around her stomach. Why would she do that?
The thud of my boots against the tile was only the sound I could hear after my pounding heart
"Chris?" She laugh with a slight hint of relief settling onto them; and a tear roll down her eyes.
What?!
Either my head swirled around; or the world ahead me; but whatever it was it felt might make me faint any second now. What's happening?! My eyes followed her gaze to look at the right inch her gaze were locked; focusing on something a couple of feet further away from Carlisle.
Nothing; There was nothing on the wooden table, but a vase.
My eyebrows pull itself together puzzled looking at her face. .. relieved by seeing HIM there. I didn't understand whether what I saw was real, or whether what she saw was real?
She spoke, replying to. . . I guess HIM.
The adrenaline floods my system like it's on an intravenous drip - right into my blood at full pelt. Why don't my heart explode out of my caged chest for once and all? Or why don't my eyes pop out of there sockets ?
She kept talking to HIM, walking to the table where she was hallucinating; her own fantasy world with him. I strained my mind together to pull the thoughts out, trying to take in whatever my head sparked with. Oh no!
1) The night I found her in the forest;
2) The moment I found her near the cliff, inches away to fall off the steeply rock.
Is it what am I thinking? No. No. No. Was this happening with her, whole time?
Oh shit-
The every inch of my body began to scratch, what does that means? The crackle of the nerves of my head teared apart. How could I not know it?!
I felt Edward's gaze held onto me; I needed a moment to think . . .attentively and pull together the disjointed thoughts and images rustling in my mind.
I couldn't hear anymore, whatever she was talking. My mind just couldn't focus with the rampant of thoughts running in my head.
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I step ahead, my eyes shift to her and paused there; her wet dwelled velvet eyelashes crashing with each other, her syrup lips curls apologetically and her auburn bronze hair strands that fell loose over her face each time she looked down. . . overwhelmed my every nerves.
