20/20 (Niall Horan)

20/20 (Niall Horan)

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The last thing I remember was the drivers face. Pale in contrast to his rich eyes. The whole world was tinged a sharp red. The unnatural coloring though could do nothing to mare this mans beauty. I wondered 'Was he an angel. My angel? He certainly looked like one. I hope he's mine.' I giggled to myself. 'But that means I'm dying.' something inside of me huffed. The face beside the angels was one with hypnotizingly blue eyes. He to was pale but his skin held a pink undertone, making his face flush with what I assumed to be worry. It's the last thing Camilla Thornton remembers seeing. Ever. But their enchanting eyes are engrained on the back of her lids. After her near fatal crash, Camilla went blind. After a month of recovery and post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Camilla finally can get back to her life. Unable to stand the pity her home town greets her with, Camilla decides to make the journey from her Portland high school to a boarding school for the blind in London. Finding solace in music, Camilla beings to build her self back up into this new life. When her savor and nightmare come to her with an irresistible promise, Camilla's life is taken apart once again. But can some keep her from crumbling?
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Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

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