Smiles, to me, are like a foreign language I struggle to speak, and you're the patient tutor trying to teach me the nuances.
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And then, there he was, sitting at a corner table, his emerald eyes shimmering with an enigmatic depth, as if they were vessels of untold stories. His smile, warm and inviting, stretched across his face, igniting a spark within my chest, causing my heart to momentarily stumble in its rhythm. He was a magnetic force, and I felt drawn to him, helpless in my attraction, like a moth entranced by a mesmerizing flame.
But I was hidden in the shadows, unable to fight my own fears. What if he turned out to be just like them? What if he was another nightmare waiting to happen?
I wanted so badly to approach him, to be near him, to feel that gentle touch I longed for, but my fear held me back. It was as if an invisible chain tied me to my feet, making it impossible to move forward.
I couldn't help, I was slowly falling for him, despite my best efforts. But I couldn't allow myself to love someone. Love? It felt like a distant star in a pitch-black sky, beautiful yet impossibly out of reach.
I wished I could just let go, to allow myself the chance to be happy, but some scars run too deep to be healed by one smile, right?
Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series.
**You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories**
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CYRUS PIERCE:
I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago.
Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me.
When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident.
Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him.
It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn.
We couldn't communicate.
But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry.
Then he's doing things for me that confuse me.
My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness.
To take what I want.
But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before?
My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him.
I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him.
Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.