Uncharted
Prologue
I watched the smoke slowly rise, like a serpent being lured from its basket, reaching high above until it disappeared completely.
It was hypnotizing and alluring, yet I knew it shouldn't be, but clasped between his two long pale fingers it was almost like a gift from god, what was happening to me.
Squeezing my eyes together tight and shaking my head quickly from left to right I wished these delirious thoughts to disappear.
It was so unlike me, a few short months ago the smell was enough to make me gag and yet now I was inching closer to the substance that shouldn't hold any desire or appeal to me.
It was his entire fault, he was my undoing and he continued to do it without even really knowing.
I felt the gentle touch of his finger running the length of my face, tracing my prominent cheekbones until he lightly held my jaw in his pale hand.
My Muddy Brown eyes fluttered open and clashed with fierce emerald-green, he was close and staring intently, every curve of my small imperfect face.
The smell of cigarettes surrounded me coming from his close proximity.
When I felt my small pale white window last night this was the last place I expected to be, and yet I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Faintly I could hear the deep mummer of his voice and yet at that moment there was no way I could distinguish what he was saying I was falling deeper and deeper into the spell of his deep green eyes.
Kiss me ... I tried to tell him, urging him with my own eyes before I dropped my gaze to the pale pink lips, that had no long ago been caressing the end of a cigarette.
The crushing of leaves brought me out of my hypnotizing techniques; I watched the crisp autumn leaves disintegrate underneath the ragged black converse that had obviously seen better days.
My heart beat rapidly in my chest, it was happening and I didn't know how to react, this boy so sure of himself and who he was had chosen me.
The flickering of a torch light, reflected of the abandoned river side beside us, and shot a jolt of fear shot through me, we'd been discovered.
My head turned swiftly in the direction of the light gradually building towards us, it only occurred to me then how dark it had actually been.
The torch light shone directly into my eyes, causing me to shield myself from the intense rays while my father's voice rang out.
"Bella Swan, What on Earth Are you doing out here at this time of night?"
Turning back around to face the direction of once he'd been sat across from me I was left with nothing, only a few scattered shards of the broken leaves to remember him by.
He had disappeared into the night much like I wish I had done.
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