A/N; okay, here it is. My favourite piece of writing I've ever done. Let me
know how it is- even if you've already reviewed I really would like some
input. Sorry it's so short, but it always looks so much longer on paper
before it's typed!
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chapter 5 ~ speechless
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He watched her from the edge of the woods. She was standing on the bridge alone. Crying.
She seemed so upset. So innocent. So beautiful
Dean had never deserved her. Hell, he wasn't even sure he deserved her.
She wasn't like anyone he had ever met. God, he doubted she was like any other person, anywhere. She was remarkable, one of a kind. Unstoppable. She could do anything and whatever she wanted with her life.
Writer, doctor, lawyer, reporter, journalist, actress- the possibilities were endless for her. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, and quick witted.
And she liked him. Everyone saw it. And although she wasn't ready for it yet- she knew it too.
She had stopped crying. He noticed it immediately. Now she was sitting down on the bridge, letting the very bottoms of the soles of her shoes touch the water. She closed her eyes and leaned back.
When she opened them he was standing beside her. She started to smile, but then, realizing she couldn't, she began to cry again.
She wasn't ready yet. Things with Dean had just ended. Moments before. She wasn't ready to move on yet. Not with something this deep. Dean had been her first love, and she wasn't ready for the intensity of what was next. It would be different.
Much different. New. Unsafe.
He was dangerous. It was one of the things that drew her to him. With Dean everything had been safe; reliable. This was much different.
It wouldn't be the same for him. Just like she had never dated anyone like him, he had never dated anyone remotely close to her.
Blondes. Dumb ones too. That was his type before. The only topic the girls he dated could hold their own in was sex. And that had been fine with him. But with her, he wanted more. It wasn't about that with her.
He felt something else for her. More then attraction, lust, or infatuation. It was deep; real.
Their eyes locked. They could see into each other's soul when they did this. And every time it was as overwhelming and mind-blowing as the first.
He reached out to her. Touching a strand of her hair.
His touch gave her chills. Not creepy chills. Magic chills.
She smiled. She was happy he was there. Happy there was someone to comfort her, and happy that it was him more than anyone.
Her mother tried, but couldn't understand. She didn't understand it at all, and she didn't want to. She was so busy worrying about what negative effects this relationship could have that she missed all of the good things.
It was over with Dean. And as not ready as she was, she was giving into her feelings for him. They were real. Not forced.
His hand grazed her collar bone. She felt closer to him standing a foot apart then she ever did when she was pressed up against Dean. There was a bond, and she suddenly became aware of his closeness.
She reached out and touched his cheek, running her middle and index fingers down his jaw bone. Never losing eye contact. His arms moved around her waist and hers around his neck.
She hadn't been ready before. Moments ago she wasn't. But looking into his eyes had changed her mind.
She saw it. Trust. She trusted him to keep her heart safe while she did the same for him.
She was ready.
He was ready.
He leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss was slow. Gradual. Their lips parted and they continued for what felt like hours, but was only moments.
They pulled away, looking at each other with somewhat of an amazement. They had been waiting so long for that and it was perfect.
Sitting back down on the bridge he held her hand and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
They sat in silence.
Peaceful. Content. Separated from the rest of the world. Together.
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ok, so how was it? I need an opinion. On this chapter more then others. It's really important to me!!! Please please please.
should I end it? Or keep going,. I need to know. Thank you so much for reading this by the way.
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chapter 5 ~ speechless
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He watched her from the edge of the woods. She was standing on the bridge alone. Crying.
She seemed so upset. So innocent. So beautiful
Dean had never deserved her. Hell, he wasn't even sure he deserved her.
She wasn't like anyone he had ever met. God, he doubted she was like any other person, anywhere. She was remarkable, one of a kind. Unstoppable. She could do anything and whatever she wanted with her life.
Writer, doctor, lawyer, reporter, journalist, actress- the possibilities were endless for her. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, and quick witted.
And she liked him. Everyone saw it. And although she wasn't ready for it yet- she knew it too.
She had stopped crying. He noticed it immediately. Now she was sitting down on the bridge, letting the very bottoms of the soles of her shoes touch the water. She closed her eyes and leaned back.
When she opened them he was standing beside her. She started to smile, but then, realizing she couldn't, she began to cry again.
She wasn't ready yet. Things with Dean had just ended. Moments before. She wasn't ready to move on yet. Not with something this deep. Dean had been her first love, and she wasn't ready for the intensity of what was next. It would be different.
Much different. New. Unsafe.
He was dangerous. It was one of the things that drew her to him. With Dean everything had been safe; reliable. This was much different.
It wouldn't be the same for him. Just like she had never dated anyone like him, he had never dated anyone remotely close to her.
Blondes. Dumb ones too. That was his type before. The only topic the girls he dated could hold their own in was sex. And that had been fine with him. But with her, he wanted more. It wasn't about that with her.
He felt something else for her. More then attraction, lust, or infatuation. It was deep; real.
Their eyes locked. They could see into each other's soul when they did this. And every time it was as overwhelming and mind-blowing as the first.
He reached out to her. Touching a strand of her hair.
His touch gave her chills. Not creepy chills. Magic chills.
She smiled. She was happy he was there. Happy there was someone to comfort her, and happy that it was him more than anyone.
Her mother tried, but couldn't understand. She didn't understand it at all, and she didn't want to. She was so busy worrying about what negative effects this relationship could have that she missed all of the good things.
It was over with Dean. And as not ready as she was, she was giving into her feelings for him. They were real. Not forced.
His hand grazed her collar bone. She felt closer to him standing a foot apart then she ever did when she was pressed up against Dean. There was a bond, and she suddenly became aware of his closeness.
She reached out and touched his cheek, running her middle and index fingers down his jaw bone. Never losing eye contact. His arms moved around her waist and hers around his neck.
She hadn't been ready before. Moments ago she wasn't. But looking into his eyes had changed her mind.
She saw it. Trust. She trusted him to keep her heart safe while she did the same for him.
She was ready.
He was ready.
He leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss was slow. Gradual. Their lips parted and they continued for what felt like hours, but was only moments.
They pulled away, looking at each other with somewhat of an amazement. They had been waiting so long for that and it was perfect.
Sitting back down on the bridge he held her hand and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
They sat in silence.
Peaceful. Content. Separated from the rest of the world. Together.
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ok, so how was it? I need an opinion. On this chapter more then others. It's really important to me!!! Please please please.
should I end it? Or keep going,. I need to know. Thank you so much for reading this by the way.
