My First And Last Night With You

My First And Last Night With You

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she didnt exspect to leave an impact on anyone when she was gone. Her name was Elizabeth violet Stanford. She was only 16 at the time and very cute might i add. She was just sitting on a park bench when i first met her, and even though it was dark i could still see her dazzling smile, her fiery blazing red hair, and what i knew i would never forget were her eyes. The ocean deep blue they were unforgettable. I got lost in those deep blue ocean eyes of her's and i never came back up for air i didn't want to not that night nor ever. But all good things must come to an end as they say. oh and how i wish that saying weren't true but sadly it is. this is a storie how one unforgettable night changed my whole future and how I hoped it hadn't that night, but now I'm glad that it did.
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She wanted to die. He wanted to live. ••• A hand grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me back just as the train rushed past, before I'd even had time to comprehend whether or not I'd carry out the action. I stumbled back into the person's chest, my heart jumping out as I swivelled around, startled to find myself staring into piercing dark brown eyes. "Were you going to jump?!" "No," I drawled out sarcastically, ignoring the intensity of his eyes as they bore into my own, "I just stand on the edge of train platforms at midnight because I feel like it." Seeing the stranger tense, I stepped away from the edge, feeling his hand let go of mine as I picked up my bag before moving to sit down on one of the platform benches. Letting out an evident sigh of relief, he sat down after tentative movements towards me, and I could feel his intense gaze raking across my features. His eyes never left me, I was sure of it, with every step both he and I had taken. "Are you okay?" He had asked warily, apparent apprehension in his deep voice while he spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?" "What's there to talk about?" I threw his question back at him, watching him study me for a few critical moments before his potent gaze switched to our surroundings. "I did just watch you nearly kill yourself; that might be a place to start?" ••• She didn't expect for a complete stranger to stop her milliseconds away from committing suicide. She didn't expect him to be so kindhearted and patient. He didn't expect to stop her from jumping in front of a train the first time they met. He didn't expect to find himself falling for the one girl he knew he shouldn't. [Word Count: 180,000 - 200,000]

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