A reflection.
Do you like yours, love yours or hate yours? There's many people in this world who dislike theirs, not because of the physicality that they see in a mirror, but because they know what's lurking behind the eyes that stare. So much can be seen in yourself from your own pair of eyes, things that others don't seem to see. Do you know why that is? That's because no one knows you better than you know yourself. A pair of eyes could seem so kind, warm and innocent to the world, but only yourself could know the true darkness behind them.
There's one person in this world who knows exactly what I'm talking about. He knows the infuriating, angering feeling of the painful suffering he experiences when his own eyes meet his reflection's. Deadly, severe, menacing: is what he sees. Everyone who looks into them simply see a bright pair of ocean eyes. Blue. That's all they see. But only himself knows he's drowning in the tidal waves of their deep ocean. And no one cares enough to notice, to help, or to save.
Until her.
She used to think fire was more murderous than ice. Little did she know, that would all change at first glance. She saw the eyes, she noticed their blue, she stared for a second too long, and now she knows that there's no going back.
He'll claim her.
~If I take a step away from him, he takes a step closer to me. If I run, he'll find his way back.~
~I'm trying my goddamned hardest to not act on the ache I'm feeling to place my lips on hers, just to have a little taste, because I don't want to appear as some sex-driven teenage boy who just wants to claim her body. Because I don't. I want to claim her heart.~
*Mature content: Strong language, aggressive behaviour, sexual content etc.*
Note: Don't skip past the prologue. A bit of the dialogue or description in the first half of the book may seem slightly immature; I'll have to edit that when I get the chance.
Started: 31/08/18
Completed: 02/04/19
"I hate you so much! why are you even like this? ughh, I just can't stand you!" he yelled, it actually hurt me.
for the first time, he was rude -as always- but I was hurt, It felt like a knife stabbed me in my heart.
can it really be that I have feelings for this guy? idk? it's so weird.
"well you, y-y-you smell way to nice for a dork like you!" oh, fuck.
I sure messed this up.
I didn't know what to do so I just took a plate and trew it towards him.
it landed right at his feet, not hurting him, it broke into thousends of tiny pieces.
I stood there shook, not realising what a mess I made.
Jonah probably hates me now, for everything I did and said.
I turned around and started to walk away, I sobbed and felt a tear fall on my sock -wich was from Harry Potter-
I felt someone grab my wrist and turn me around. I faced Jonah. I looked up at his face and we were so close together.
only a few inches seperated us now.
I felt his warm breath on my skin.
He came even closer as we already were. I looked deep in his eyes, he was staring at my lips. I don't know how, longingly?
I glanced at his lips for a second.
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sorry, I'm so rude.
I'm Hanna Avery.
I wrote this about 6 years ago and I now realize how bad the storyline is and how weirdly it's written down.
I'm not going to put time nor effort in it to rewrite since it's just a bad concept in general.