Okay... just a few notes. First: condescending reviews are so not cool. Especially when they're not signed. I'm not gonna kick up a fuss because frankly - it's not worth it. I don't have a clue who said anonymous reviewer is, therefore I can't do much. All I'll say is this: if someone else used the same metaphor - yay for them. I can honestly say I had no idea. If you're insinuating that I'm plagerising - or however it's spelt - then, frankly, I have nothing more to say to you because that's a writer's worst nightmare and as a writer myself I'd hate that to happen to me - therefore I wouldn't do it to anyone else. End of story.
Now that's over with... again, thanks to delga for the beta, I own nothing, lyrics are still Katie Melua's, and this is chapter two of three.
The Sky Cried For You
You're beautiful; so silently it lies beneath a shade of blue, it struck me so violently when I looked at you.
His heart pounds wildly in his chest, rising to his throat in a wicked attempt to catch him out. He silently chides himself for having the worst luck and choosing that moment to glance up: when the most beautiful woman he's ever seen walks into the room. He wants to say something – at least 'hello' – but her beauty renders him speechless; her dark blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft curls, her hazel eyes shining as she smiles widely.
She appears in front of his desk before he can collect his thoughts; up close she's even more beautiful. She speaks, her voice like silk, infectious laughter music to his ears, and his breath catches in his throat as he can't help but laugh, too.
The next few months are spent in a whirlwind: romance, falling in love – marriage proposals. He's no longer speechless but his breath still catches when he glances at her, catches her unawares.