Ethereal

Ethereal

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 19, 2015
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Romance
The wind was like knives, ripping at any piece of loose fabric. I covered my head with my arms as it suddenly stopped and instead was replaced with gentle swooshes of air. I pulled my arms away slowly, casting a curious glance on the figure in front of me. Giant wings sprouted from the back of the man in front of me, markings covered his bare back surrounding the torn skin. He turned, watching me with an unreadable expression. His eyes seemed to glow and his voice was one of pure strength and power. “It would be in your best interest to get out of here.”
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Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

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