- Reads 133
- Votes 2
- Parts 2
- Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Mar 04, 2013
I lift my head and gaze at the man standing before me. My breath comes out in one move. He is unlike anyone I have ever seen. His hair is a dark brown that is streaked with gold. His eyes a pale peircing blue that is currently staring right back at me with the heat of intenseness.All Rights Reserved
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