Hummingbird {h.s} *ON HOLD*

"I turn to find an unyieldingly familiar face and piercing green eyes. One's that haven't poured into mine like they are now in over three years. A dashingly sinister smirk that refused to leave his face. The smell of vanilla and tobacco leaves with a hint of spearmint from his mouthwash. A smoky British accent that slurred my name over the phone at 4 in the morning. His hands that brushed the hair out of my face and fingers that wipes tears from my eyes. Every beautiful moment I miserably wanted to hold onto, but every moment that shattered my heart into a million pieces that made me want forget him entirely. The raven disguised as my hummingbird."