Death is no Different

Death is no Different

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"His eyes aren't translucent like I thought. Swirls of grey move like the sea to form a background; then there's a layer of wispy white cloud that clusters around the edges and spreads like cotton wool in the centre. But that's not what's so fascinating. White bolts of electricity crackle across his iris, creating a sharp light. His gaze is a storm. A beautiful, angry storm." "If you've ever been in a three-legged-race, you'll know the odd sensation of beginning to run and then feeling a tug on one side of your body, looking over and seeing you're attached to someone else. And realizing that although they're holding you back, they could also pull you forward. That's how it felt to be with Oliver." Although he's grumpy, confusing and dead, Clara loves him. And even though she's awkward, clumsy and unable to touch him without getting a second degree burn, Oliver loves her. So leaving her is hard, even if it's for her own good. And following him is easy, no matter where he's gone...
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"How many romance books do you read?" Devin asks me. I shrug. "I like them," I say. I keep browsing, running my fingers along the spines. "So, you like romance then?" he asks me. I nod. "What's your favorite part of a love story?" "I like the very first kiss, but I like the second one even more," I say. I bite my lip and look at him. Oh. My. God. What the hell am I doing? Am I flirting? I think that I'm actually flirting. With Devin. Devin, my best friend. I have officially lost my mind. I should probably stop. But I can't seem to. "Will you grab me that one?" I ask. I point above my head, my back's pressed against the bookcase. He locks his gaze on mine and reaches over me to grab the book I asked for. "Thanks." I don't move and neither does he. Riley and Devin have been best friends forever-since Kindergarten. It's Senior year of high school, now. And it's always been simple, Riley's got his back, he's got hers. But as life goes on Riley can't help but wonder if maybe he's not just her best friend, if she likes him as possibly something more. As her feelings deepen and become something greater it becomes more evident that she's falling, really hard. No matter how hard Riley tries she can't stop falling, she can't stop from loving him. Even if it tears her to pieces or even if it destroys their friendship. Pretty soon Riley is going to have to choose between walking the safe line of friendship or taking the unpaved path of love. Will she risk everything for love?

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