You're Just My Type

You're Just My Type

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"I'd like to add you to my collection." "Wait- what?" he asked, flabbergasted. "Oh come on, you shouldn't be that surprised, you knew this day was coming." "Uh no, I didn't." "Well you should've known, especially with my reputation and your looks." "My... looks?" he questioned. "Yes, your looks. You're the only guy in the entire school with dark hair and icy blue eyes, also... you're just my type." 'Arrogant bitch even had the audacity to smirk.' "Yeah well, you aren't mine. Also, I don't want to be apart of your 'collection', so I ask you one last time... Please leave me alone, Aurelia." - - "He wasn't a masterpiece. He was a walking disaster. Tragedy & beauty painted his soul." "With skin as white as snow and eyes as cold as ice, along with hair as dark as night. It made him as dangerous as a storm, and as frightening as a blizzard." "Her soul was utterly captivating. A warm rainy day. Dying to be danced in." "She kissed him. But didn't kiss him. Because the lips that she kissed were only a replacement for the ones she really wanted." "She dated others to take her mind off of him. She said she loved all of them, but not as much as him. Because even though her mind said 'Yes', her heart always said 'No'."
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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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