anamoristsoul
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#1 in guy falls first
I stepped out, mentally preparing for the rain drops to make me wet, but it never happened. Is the rain over? It's raining around me, but not over me. Am I tripping? A rich leather familiar cologne made it's way in me. I looked up to find an umbrella over my head, and then beside me, to see who it was. His grey-orbs, staring down into mine. The grey in them resembled calm, contrary to the storm in the city.
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"You are my concern, Hazel, just mine," I said, breathing heavily with anger. My possessiveness had taken over. She pulled her arms away from my grip, frustration evident in her eyes. "I am not a possession for you to guard," she asserted.
"You are" my voice unwavering, "a prized possession, exclusively mine." Her hazel eyes looked into mine, a mix of confusion and resistance evident in her expression.
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