Reminiscence

Reminiscence

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As Taissa strokes my face it's as if her once wrinkly hands were going fresh and wrinkle free. Her gray locks turn blonde. Her eyes flutter before laying her head against my chest. I look down at my own hands as the wrinkles are slowly fading and being replaced by young built hands. Taissa looks up at me with the most simplest pleasureable voices. "Oh Evan." She says running a hand through my hair. Evan was becoming less gray headed and his natural hair color was coming in slowly his auburn was becoming more prominet. His eyes were becoming more young and brighter looking my eyes water as I intake everything before me. I nestle against him and he cradles me. "I love you." I declare as I close my eyes.
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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