I want to sincerely give my thanks to a youtuber (xXDazedKittyxX) for making such an inspirational video! (Titled your ghost) after watching her video I got the idea of making her storyline idea into a fanfiction ^^
~Do You Trust Me?~
"Sally" Aidan called to the curly haired woman.
She didn't even turn to face the man that called to her, instantly smiling as she reminisced on all the times his deep voice called her name. A soft hand touched her shoulder, this is when she finally turned to see him. Chiseled chest and chin, skin-tight black shirt and dark pants, and deep brown almost black eyes. The first time she met him she could've sworn those orbs of his were black, but they weren't.
She smiled, greeting him with the light reflecting off her face. "Aidan" she almost whispered.
He returned her smile with a soft one of his own. "You spaced out on me for a second. Ignoring me already?" He teased.
She shook her head and held up her hands, still holding the smile for him. "I wasn't I promise!" she turned away and stared at the nearby window-sill. "It's just...I feel like I know this place"
Aidan's face tightened a little at her words. "Your probably just imagining things. We just moved here after all" he said leaving the room.
Sally turned around to Aidan's retreating back, a sad pang filling her heart. She never liked the sight of him walking away from her, even though he would be in the next room. The empty feeling she felt whenever he left out of her presense made her remember the time they had their first argument, he was being secretive...and she could tell that whatever he was keeping from her was tearing him up inside.
He should be able to tell her anything and everything, no one was perfect. Didn't he trust her enough to believe that himself?
Sally hugged her purple jacket to herself tighter than nessecary, trying to barricade herself from the cold of Boston. Despite being inside this familiar feeling house, with black and white walls, grey to light grey floors and furniture. The cold from outside seemed to leak through the cracks and holes, filling the room with the feeling of fear and paralyzation.
A/N: I think I did a pretty good job for the first chapter. How do you think I did? Let me know what you think R&R