A World Through Her Eyes

A journal. A lost journal acts as the pulling of two young souls, igniting a raw love and connection that could only ever be written about.

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Arden Sharpe stumbles upon a misplaced, lonesome journal which instantly sparks his curiosity. Only one name resides beneath the silky and creased cover; Amara Lastings.
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He lightly pressed his lean, muscular body closer to my much smaller frame and dipped his head lower, his mouth hovering near my ear. My eyes were still closed, and I was feeling incredibly flustered due to our proximity. My heartbeat thumping loud enough, that the entire city could have mistaken it for an earthquake. The sound of him licking his lips caused me to become more alert, waiting for his next move or words.

A moment of silence was shared between us. And then he finally spoke:

"My imagination disappointed me because you are a goddess compared to the girl I pictured in my head from the words you wrote."

He breathed out, almost in relief. I peered up at him at his words, boring my eyes into his as he leaned his body back a little to study me, his head tilting to the side a little. His eyes take all of the time in the world on each of my features.

I parted my lips to reply, having difficulty forming a coherent sentence. However, a car horn pulls us out of the mystical trance we had been enraptured in and I refrained from saying anything else. Instead, taking this chance to dart under his strong arms and dart down the busy street, morphing my body in with the hundreds of nobodies also walking down the street.

I daringly glanced back through the crowd to see the top half of his face twist inquisitively, his green eyes watching me retreat, a flash of worry arranged itself in them and then he was gone just as quick as he appeared as I turned the corner, and was met with a grey building in my line of vision instead.