THE DIARY OF ANGEL''''

'' A beginning or an end ...''
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Tuesday July 21, 1954 00: 00
They reached out to draw that beautiful face, it was hard to concentrate with those blue eyes. Since she saw him for the first time, he had to be careful to keep them at bay.
Then, straightening up in his chair leather library, he felt. That sweet aroma.
'' It.''
He stood up and turned around, leaving blanks in the table., And there he was, leaning against the red velvet curtains in his white shirt, and black pants. The brown hair and the expression on his face was the same as he was drawing so many times. There was a heat rising in his face. Was he angry? embarrassing? I wonder.
'' What are you doing here?'' He can hear the growling in his own voice, and regretted the tone.
''-And I ... I could not sleep'' he stammered going toward the chair,'' saw the light in your room'' he paused, looking down at his hands'' is your suitcase outside . Go somewhere '.
'' I wanted to tell you'' he began. You should not lie. But I never wanted to lie to him about their plans. He had let things go too far, hoping that this time would be different.
He walked a little more and his eyes rested on the

Sketchbook.
'' I was drawn?''
His tone scared reminded of how great it was and impossible to get. Even after all clear that he could not deny the attraction between them. During the last few days he decided to leave, had been struggling to get away from him. The desire to cumulative draws it, filled notebook pages depicting his neck, his collarbone, his blue eyes, his dimples.
'' Warm milk with some cookies'' murmured back. Then added ruefully '' will help him sleep.''
'' How did you know? Was what my mother used f ...''
'' I know'' interrupted, turning to face him. Astonishment in his voice was not surprising, as many times in the past he had prepared or when held in his arms until he fell asleep.
He felt his touch as if burnt, cold hand gently on his shoulder hostel, making the heart leap, the two had not yet touched the contact always left him breathless.
'' Me'' reply'' he whispered're leaving?''
'' Yes''
'' Then take me with you'' he said abruptly, when he saw that he held his breath, hoping that removing just said. Could see the succession of emotions brewing between his eyes, he felt bewildered and then embarrassed by boldness.
'' No'' whispered remembering '' embark tomorrow. Cares if at least a little me will not say another word.
'' If I care about you'' he repeated, almost like he was f

'' Talking alone e-v I ... I love ...''
'' Do not say that.''
'' I mean, I ... I love you, and I'm sure if I'm with you though ...''
'' Although if, save your life '' the words were uttered slowly'' I have some more important things, you will not understand, but have to trust me.''
His gaze went through. He stepped back and crossed his arms.
'' Means that there are more important things than that?'' He challenged him, grabbing his hands and bringing them to his heart.''
The familiar warmth of his skin under his hands that he did pendesse her head back and moaned, as he wanted the touch of his lips on hers, as was bitter know that all this would end, he could feel his heart pounding through his shirt cotton.
He's right. There was nothing but importantly. There never was, he was about to give in and take him in my arms when she saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
So was he who walked away with one of his hands over his forehead.
'' I'm having a strange feeling'' whispered.
Not already ... too late?
He returned again to approach, hands on his chest, his lips opened with expectation.
'' Tell me freaked out, but I swear I've been here before ...''
Then it was too late. He looks up and can feel the darkness falling on them. Minute he took one last chance to hold him as he had longed for weeks. so their lips merged, taste those lips made him dizzy, as the kiss became intense but his stomach twisted with excitement and agony, their languages, the fire between the two became more intense, hotter, more powerful.

An aura enveloped the couple, he noticed nothing, was not aware of what was going to happen.
The shadows swirled between them. So close you could touch them, he watched for a moment he saw a glint of recognition in his eyes. And then there was nothing but.
Simply nothing.
NT: They do not belong to me, unfortunately