For now it's all I've written, somehow I can begin - but never finish a story. So, any suggestions to this pitifully short beginning to a story?
He found her, sitting on the edge of the fountain, a thick book wedged firmly in her hands, her brown hair falling over her face.
He felt his heart race quicken as he watched her. God, she was beautiful. He loved the way she tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear impatiently, as if the action was a distraction.
Slowly, regretfully, he turned to leave, knowing that he couldn't approach her. Not here, not now.
Rory Gilmore pulled herself out of the book she was reading to glance at the time. She gasped when she realized what time it was. She hastily marked her place, grabbed her backpack and made her way home.
He found her, sitting on the edge of the fountain, a thick book wedged firmly in her hands, her brown hair falling over her face.
He felt his heart race quicken as he watched her. God, she was beautiful. He loved the way she tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear impatiently, as if the action was a distraction.
Slowly, regretfully, he turned to leave, knowing that he couldn't approach her. Not here, not now.
Rory Gilmore pulled herself out of the book she was reading to glance at the time. She gasped when she realized what time it was. She hastily marked her place, grabbed her backpack and made her way home.