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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 27, 2020
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Whoa! Watch it!" a guy's deep voice said, swinging his body away from me. I looked up, ready to apologize, but when my eyes met dark blue eyes, recognition washed over me. Actually, the more appropriate thing to say is that it knocked the wind right out of me. I knew him. I knew him all too well. The dark brown, almost black hair. The blue eyes. The small dimple that only surfaced at random times. Scowling eyes looked down at me, and a moment passed in which I stared back, taking in the familiar features I was so used to seeing before. I watched him watch me, his entire demeanour oozing arrogance. He lifted a cigarette to his mouth, and I stood, transfixed as his lips closed over the filter, sucking, inhaling. He continued to look at me, but something had changed. His eyes now searched mine, and I felt my stomach twist when his lips parted to exhale a cloud of smoke. "You." he said. --- We all have Scars. Nobody knows this better than Scarlett Knight - her very own name being her constant reminder that no matter what happens, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move forward. And that's exactly what she did after her high school left her battered and bruised. Having moved on and left her past where it belongs, Scarlett's fought hard to transition into a gorgeous 21 year-old young lady. And, at 21, she is exactly where she wants to be : Completing her final year of her degree in the enchanting off-campus resident mansion known as Valdora House. That is, until her picture-perfect world is unravelled by the presence of none other than high school heartthrob slash nemesis Nate Ryders. He is devastatingly handsome, undeniably tempting and deliciously dangerous. Not only is he constant reminder of her past, but he is also the reason for her rise and fall. And now he's here, everywhere, opening old wounds and creating new scars. After all, our scars tell a story. Let's see what this one will be, shall we.
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I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

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