Setting John Free

Setting John Free

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"John, There was a time long ago when we knew each other, when I was young and reckless and you smelt of sunshine and mint. When your skin was still kissed bronze and your lungs had been soaked with summer wind. Do you remember? It radiated off of you like some type of holy cologne, and for months I failed in pinpointing exactly where it began. For a while I thought it was in the croak of your voice, or the color of your smile, even perhaps in the crooks of your elbows. But it was only after you held me for the first time that I realized it didn't come from any of those places. It began in the cavity of your chest, pumped into the vessels of your arms, radiating through your eyes. It began in the deepest part of your being, and from there, spread into the rest. It was a part of you. You used to smell like sunshine and mint. And here you are now years later, drinking your days away like life has broken you; you've already had an eternity and couldn't give a damn. What has happened to you, John? What has happened to the man of sunshine and mint?" In which Lorraine Woods writes to save John Williams. Warning: Contains coarse language and mature themes Copyright © 2017 by heykalahari
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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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