My Time.

Miyah Angels was a 20-year-old tormented soul who simply wanted to escape the terrifying ticks of time.

Whether it went too fast or drawled on, time seemed to control the pace of her life; no matter which aspect of it.

She wanted to heal, but that took time. She wanted to try, but that took time. She wanted to give up, but even then, that took... time.

Stuck in a never-ending cycle, Miyah finds herself in a hospital bed, pinned down by jade colored eyes.

At first, she thought that the man was a mere illusion, something she created to manipulate her mind, for he came and went as if he were a ghost traveling through the realms.

But when that same man shows up again, he turns her life upside down and gives her the satisfaction of loving the one thing she hated the most:

Time.

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"Leave me alone," I plead with him.

I didn't like the man standing before me.

A man so intoxicating that a mere graze from his hand sent me into shock and one glance set a fire ablaze within me.

I watched fixated as he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he were mocking my cry.

Because we both knew that it fell on death ears and that I didn't really mean it.

He took a step forward; two and then three, until I found myself trapped against his chest, the fabric of his shirt crumpling as I clenched it.

The close proximity rendered me immobile as his alluring scent enveloped my entire being, regrettably making me relax in his presence.

"Realmente quieres que te deje solo, angel?" He uttered softly, twirling one of my loose curls around his sinful finger.

|You really want me to leave you alone, angel?|

In a daze, I gazed into his saturated eyes, transfixed by their shade and the wild emotions swirling through them. Stupidly, I nodded.

I'm sure I looked like a fool; mouth agape and hair in a tangled mess atop my head. Yet, the next word to exit his lips made all the doubts disappear and filled me with unexplainable desire because I knew it was true.

"Liar."