Love is a Waiting Game

by Elephantsneedwater

"Thelma," his voice holds hope like someone who finally found what they were looking for. I watch in silent horror as the man lowers his hood. It falls back limply, his shoulder length hair moving slightly. And I look into a face with crazy blue eyes. It's not the frown that makes me run, but the way he looks at me. Like he knows me. He called me by my grandmother's name. Why?

7. Important

A/N: I am leaving for Basic Training soon. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not abandoning this story. As of September 1, 2014 Love is A Waiting Game is on hold.

Thanks for being great readers.