quazjex
There he stood.
Backlit by the morning sun like some divine being, his tousled fringe sweeping across his forehead, the fluffy strands cascading down to his shoulders like he'd woken up from a dream, and brought the dream with him.
His green, no, emerald eyes -locked onto mine with the kind of intensity that made me forget how to spell my own name.
There might have been a slight breeze that danced through his hair as he approached the counter. Indoors. There's no breeze indoors, what kind of supernatural bullshit was this?
"I'll just have a cappuccino, please," said a soft and angelic voice.
My soul left my body.
- In which Awsten's love language is murder -
⚠️We don't qualify for the competition⚠️
Both my sister and I are under 18, so we are unable to submit this for the competition. However, we had an idea to write about, so here's our take on the prompt.
Written by quazjex
Edited by NahImJustAWorm