Promise?
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Last published Fri, Jul 17, 2020
"Promise you'll think about me being your tour guide?" as he raises his arms up as though he were high and mighty.
"Yeah, promise," I say, and my efforts of avoiding eye contact fails. After talking with him for a couple of hours, I finally saw his face, truly. His eyes were the color of a deep sienna. They were a mixture of every brown you can think of. They glowed with humor and playfulness which reflected to the corners of his mouth.
"You better. I don't do this for anyone. This'll be only for you."
I look at him one more time before walking out and leaving him alone with the magical instrument. As soon as I closed the door, I could've sworn I heard a light chuckle coming from the other side.
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Adrian is accepted into her dream school. Her main focus is to try and move on from her past and conquer this chance for a different life. Well, that was her goal until a confident Landon stumbles into the practice room and makes her feel things she had never felt. Everything is going fine until someone appears at one of her recitals, resurfacing her emotions that she tried so deeply to forget.
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