I See You
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One word changed how people viewed him. One word altered how people interacted with him. That word hung over his head for as long as he can remember. It defined him. It was him. Until it wasn't. Until she saw him and not the word. She saw the person beneath. Harper Williams was a convicted felon and has been for most of his life over a decision he made when he was a teenager. Till date, he still hated his friend- actually no, he still hates Gary because if not for him, Harper wouldn't have a record. He wouldn't have this thing that hung over him and got him side glances everywhere he went. Whereas Gary was out there living it high. The day he decided he wasn't going to take it anymore was the day he met her - Dera Tyrone. He was about to end his life when he saw her getting harassed by a couple of guys and something in him shifted. He left his plan, ran to her aid and saved her. He couldn't explain why he did it. He couldn't understand what drew him to her. From the moment she looked up at him and they held gazes, he knew. He just knew. She saw him. Really say him. And that's all that mattered.
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Insert from story "You have kind eyes." He said, holding my gaze. "You look innocent." That was on purpose. "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asked as he started to clean my foot. "I already did. It's Heather." "Heather." He said, keeping his voice even. "Yes, Heather Dean." He just chuckled, like he didn't believe me. "Why do I get the impression that you think I'm lying?" I asked. "Because of how you respond every time I called you that." Oh...Crap, that wasn't good. "You haven't shared your name either." I pointed out. "I'm waiting." He answered simply. "For what?" "For you to tell me the truth." He looked back up at me. "It only seems fair right?" "It would only seem fair if I was lying." He looked at me for awhile before saying, "So, you're going to stick to that story, huh? All right. Well, when you're ready to be honest, I'll share my name." He had a point but....I still needed to be careful. Yes, he had been kind but that still wasn't reason enough for me to trust him just yet.

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