One More Time
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Ongoing11m
Last published Wed, Jul 3, 2019
'There is only one happiness in life, To love and to be loved'
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"You hide a lot, don't you?"
I almost swallowed my gum, turning to take in the expression on her face. Her gaze was steady, eyes wide like an innocent child, I released a short sharp breath. This new girl wanted to play see-through-skin. "How do you mean?"
The girl paused before answering, her tone dropping to a softer octave. "Everything you say is a mask, but each thing gives a clue to the real you, the one hiding behind the shy smile and messy hair. You could just cut it out and let me in you know, let me into that fragile head of yours." I took a physical step backward. The girl just watched, eyes still like headlights on full beam, expression serene.
He was given another shot at life. He was rewarded. But he's colder now; there is no place in his heart for love. The nightmares haunt him every night. Aaron Gibbs has been having nightmares for as long as he can remember. He believes there're connected in some way. His life has been 'okay', until Xaria came into the picture, turning everything upside down, and giving him a personality and a heart. Showing him there's way more to life than how he depicts it.
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __
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