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Raediant | ✎ by izzeliaa
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"You're so-" "So what?" he leans closer lips almost touching mine. "Confusing," I finish suddenly warm. His lips curve up, "Am I?" All I can do is nod. "You can always leave then." I don't move from my spot on the counter and his hands don't move from their spot on my thighs. ☀︎ She saw the world in color. Sienna Cole was all soft edges and open hearts - shy, sweet, and full of daydreams. Sienna's laughter is loud, her playlists are louder, she got nervous when people looked at her too long, and filled silence with music. He saw the world in grayscale. Mateo Collins didn't do small talk, or crowds, or people who smiled for no reason. He was quiet by nature, distant by choice, and wore indifference all over his face. Most didn't try to get close. He liked it that way. The less noise, the better. She was a "rae" of sunshine that he used his hand to shield his eyes from. Yet when she stumbled into his life one messy, drunken night, he never could fully shield his eyes from her (not that he really wanted to). ︎ ☀︎ "Shes fucking raediant"
Through His Eyes by felicitate
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What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015
𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆| ✔︎ by izzeliaa
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"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay