DayDreamer

DayDreamer

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Imagination, a funny thing it is. You can't see it with your eyes nor feel it with your hands. It has neither smell, touch, or taste; but you can't feel it. It gushes out of you like a fountain creativity and youth. Even though we can't use our senses to displace what it is exactly, but it's in us surging in and out. My mind is filled with it and my soul feeds on it. They can't see what I see, just me, with my head filled with it. Sometimes when the going goes tough it's there to take me far away from real, from reality. Oh what a rush it is, running from reality. Just to see her, for a few seconds anyway.- Jack J
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Wren is a depressed, anxious, and as her mother and sister say 'worthless' sixteen year-old, until she meets Rook, and it feels like she's actually being seen. In Rook's arms the world seems right, but what happens if she never lets him in....and what happens if Rook were to disappear... ~~~ He looks back at me, watching me study him. I look away, its now my turn to study the horizon. I can feel heat blooming on my cheeks and I can feel his eyes taking in every bit of my face. I feel his finger softly touch my cheek. I jump a little, and he lowers his hand. "Sorry" He says softly, I can see his guard going back up. "No its fine-I just....wasn't expecting it." I say, swallowing. Did I really just say that? What was wrong with me.... Suddenly I had this urge to take his hand and put it back on my cheek. I flushed at the thought. This was getting so awkward. I looked up at him. His eyes seemed cold, calculating. I couldn't say I liked this, but then his eyes softened, and the unimaginable happened. His hand materialized, tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. He was so focused on the strand, but then his focus spread to my eyes, the look in his eyes. Jesus, I'm going to melt. He was looking at me like his universe surrounded me, like I knew the answers, like I could fix his cracks. The worst part was....I could see the exact same on his face as he could see on mine. ~~~ #2 in military #827 in anxiety #22 in separated

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