"Jesse!" I hollered, choking on the very sobs that I'd been trying to
contain for so long. "Jesse is that you?" I whirled around wildly, looking
in every direction. I didn't care that the icy air stung my cheeks as I did
so; I just wanted to find him. To find my Jesse.
I knew he had to be here somewhere. I heard him. I heard his familiar, deep growl of a voice, calling to me from deep inside the shadowland. It echoed off the walls, resonating deep into the darkness, a hollow, unforgettable sound.
It was the first time I heard him since he left. His voice was stressed, but calm. Cool and collected. Just like Jesse. Only now something was different.
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, feeling a sudden presence behind me. Sure enough, my feeling was correct. A tall, dark figure was staggering toward me. In the thickness of the fog, it was hard to see his face, but I was sure I knew exactly who it was.
I raced up to him recklessly, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my head in my neck. "Jesse, why'd you have to leave?" I cried, only his arms wrapped around my shoulders and I was thrown to the ground in a single thrust. I rubbed my elbows then wiped my tearstained face, looking up at him helplessly. Jesse....
It was then I realized how wrong I was. I had wished so hard that it would be Jesse strolling over to me, coming to take me back home, that I had gone and thrown my arms around THE GATEKEEPER'S neck!
You can imagine how flushed I was as he looked at me, eyebrows scrunched up in sheer confusion. I smoothed my hair and skirt, mumbling about how I really should be leaving because Father Dominic would be needing to see me, important mediator business.
I turned away, walking as fast as my little legs could carry me when the Gatekeeper's hand lashed out and gripped my wrist. "Hey," I said, thrashing out of his hold. "What's your problem?"
"I'm not the one with the problem." He said, his face as pale and expressionless as ever. "It's your friend, Mr. de Silva. He wanted me to show you something..."
My eyes widened with sudden interest. I followed him where he led me down the foggy corridor, where I couldn't help but bounce along happily behind him. It was all I could do not to burst out into song and dance, jazz hands and all.
Finally, finally, news from Jesse after all this time spent waiting idly. I knew he wouldn't forget me. Not Jesse. The Gatekeeper turned around, eyeing me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I probably looked like a freaking maniac.
"Mr. de Silva instructed me to show you this door." He said, pointing to the door we stood next to.
My face automatically fell. "This door? That's all? No 'I love you' or 'I'll be back soon, querida' just.... a DOOR?" My arms were flailing wildly as I spoke. Can you believe that Jesse had the chance to tell me that he loved me, or at least reassure me that he was okay but all he had to show me was a door?
The Gatekeeper nodded gravely. "He says it was very urgent, which is why I summoned you up here as soon as possible." He paused, looking at me from head to toe causing me to tug my skirt down self-consciously. "He wanted me to tell you that you must go through the door. Even for just a moment."
"W-why?" The room was suddenly much colder than it had been before. "Weren't you the one who told me that you weren't supposed to go the doors?"
"Yes," he said. "But I am simply following orders." I looked at him closely, but he seemed to be sincere, although his stone cold expression still freaked me out every time I saw him.
"Alright," I said, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips. "If Jesse says to, it can't be too bad..." So the gatekeeper reached out with one hand, and pulled out the door knob. The door swung open with a powerful force and a burst of white light. It was like there was a hurricane or something on the other side because unlike the other door I went through, fierce gusts of wind were blowing out of the door, making it hard to even hear my self speak as I asked the gatekeeper whether it was okay to go through. Because I honestly thought that if I went in there, I'd end up like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz: Sucked in by a tornado then thrown into a land of singing little people and flying monkeys.
Sorry, I know, I'm rambling again. But that movie really scares me.
Anyway, The Gatekeeper nodded in response to my question. I walked closer, my hair blowing in all directions, and simply stood with my heels on the doorstep for a second, pondering whether I really should listen to this guy. I mean, he could possibly be in cahoots with---
And that's when he did it. He actually PUSHED me inside, shutting the door behind me.
I was PISSED! And really, if I wasn't falling through space and time, I would have gone back there and kicked his ass back to whatever he coliseum he just walked out of. Who does he even think he is? Going around and pushing girls inside of strange time vortexes, or whatever.
But oh well. There wasn't much I could really do about it at the time.
This time around, it wasn't the same falling sensation I'd experienced before, but more like just being ripped through this vortex thing of some kind, like the ones you hear about when you're up late and there's nothing good on TV so you just watch The Twilight Zone.
(a/n: I've never really watched that show so I wouldn't know exactly what they talk about.)
Basically, it was the same feeling you get when you fall asleep on your arm, but it was going on in my whole entire body. I just shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth, hoping for the best. And after a minute that seemed to stretch out into an unbearable eternity, I opened my eyes.
Thankfully, I was no longer in the shadowland. The gatekeeper wasn't anywhere in sight. It looked like I was out in the country, maybe somewhere in Texas or even New Mexico. The sun must have been beating down pretty hard for a long time, since there was barely a green plant in sight. I quickly became overheated for just standing there (hey, I wasn't used to these kinds of temperatures, okay?) and had to sit down in the shade of a nearby tree (granted, there wasn't a single leaf growing on it) for some shade.
I sat there for as long as I could remember, but just thinking that it was so quiet and I was so tired. Maybe it was the afternoon sun that was making me drowsy, but my head nodded and I began to fall asleep.
Until a tap on the top of my head made me jump up, frightened. Jeez, whoever did that was going to pay, they practically scared the shit out of me. I tried to stand up, but was still dizzy, so I only fell back down onto the ground with a thud. Grabbing hold of the nearest tree trunk, I tried to steady myself.
Everything was still blurry, although I could make out two girls slowly approaching. One looked around my age and the other one could have been around four or five years old. They looked like sisters, with the same dark black hair and brown eyes.
They advanced cautiously, whispering to each other as they did so. Once they were close enough, the older one reached out and placed one hand underneath my chin, lifting my head so I could see her. "Who are you?" she whispered in a slightly accented voice, shaking her head, puzzled.
But instead of answering I looked at her from head to toe. She had on this red floral patterned skirt that went all the way down to her ankles. The top had a slight square neck and the sleeves, which were layered and ruffled, stopped at her elbows. It was sort of cute... if you were a pioneer or something. Her little sister's dress was of the same style, only hers was a soft pink.
She was looking at me in the same fashion. And after she got a good, long glimpse of my jean mini-skirt she actually covered her little sister's eyes, this horrified look on her perfectly tan face.
"Dios Mio!" She exclaimed. "Que es esto? Ay, vayamos, hermana. No podemos ser vistos con esta clase de mujer." And she began to rush her little sister away as fast as possible.
(a/n: translation—"My God, what's this? Ay, let's go sister. We can't be seen with this type of woman.")
Like I had any clue whatsoever what they were saying. I only knew it must have had something to do with my outfit. Was this skirt too short for her? Oh, man, she must think I'm a hooker or something. I called after her until to come back I could no longer see her anymore.
Oh, it's just my luck that the first people I see happen to think I'm a hooker. Great.
Just GREAT.
Then I heard someone calling me again. It was faint, and barely audible because of the fierce wind blowing by, but I heard it. It was vaguely familiar, the voice, I mean, lurking in the back of my mind. But before I had a chance to decide who it was, I was snapped back into the classroom, my heart thudding wildly.
I pulled my head off of the desk and looked up; Adam was bent over, looking at me in a baffled way. He was still shaking me almost violently when I slapped his hand off.
"What's up with you and Jesse?" Was the first thing he'd asked me. My heart was pounding fiercely, threatening to come out of my chest. I tried to breathe slowly, but it wouldn't slow down.
"What do you mean?" I whispered. The rest of the class was supposed to be reading a chapter from our textbooks, although only half were, the rest chatting and whispering to each other.
"Jesse." He said slowly, stretching out the syllables and speaking loudly, like I was deaf or something. "What's up with you guys? You broken up or something?"
I shook my head madly. "No, why do you ask?"
"You kept whispering his name," he said, and then in a high-pitched, imitating voice went, "Jesse... oh, Jesse... where are you? Why'd you lea--- OW! Jeez, Suze, I was just joking... ha-h—ow! Okay, I get it, sorry."
And he deserved every single punch in the arm I gave him. I really couldn't help feeling so bad. No one—not even Paul—could understand how much I really missed Jesse. He was my best friend.
I was in a funk all day, just sulking about until it was finally time to go home and we all piled into the car. Even Dopey asked me what was up, which was very kind of him, considering how many times I'd laughed in his face when he lost a wrestling match or one of his girlfriends dumped him.
I walked inside and just plopped down on my bed. I leaned over, pulling the nearby heart-shaped candle into reach. I put my hand in the flame, moving it slowly and steadily until my hand began to sting. I pulled it out with a quick jerk as Doc stepped into the room, knocking on the wall outside my door.
"Hey, Suze, there's something for you downstairs." He said, in his squeaky 13 year old boy voice. I got up and he led me into the kitchen. I was thinking it was just a letter from Gina or something, letting me know about the great guy who just moved in down the block.
But what I saw instead was a great bouquet of bursting soft pink roses. They looked so feminine and delicate, drops of water still collected on the petals. I smiled, walking over and pulling the card off.
****It's easier for silence to be heard
Than my feelings for you to be put into words. Love, Paul****
I could feel myself getting red, hoping to God that none of my step- brothers read this. That would be mortifying. I looked up but Dopey and Doc were sitting at the table, snacking, not even paying attention to what was going on in the other room.
So I took that as a good opportunity to squeal and jump up in down, holding the little card close to my heart. How did Paul always manage to find the right things to say at the right time? That's what I'd always secretly loved about him, even when Jesse was around. Sure, he might have tried to kill me once, but I could tell he was a softie at heart. Uh.... That was a huge oxymoron.
Anyway. None of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was that Paul and I loved each other. Nothing could tear us apart.
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JESSE'S POV—
I was saddling my horse, preparing to go into town with my father when Lucero, my sister, came running up to me, her black curls flailing wildly. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and grabbed onto my arm, panting. "Jesse... I.... Lydia and I... caminábamos y...."
I grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on the stairs, leaving my horse half saddled just to talk to her. At 17, Lucero was the second oldest child of the family, after me, and of all my sisters, she was the one I was closest to. Not a thing happened that we didn't tell each other about. To see her this wild and panicky worried me.
"¿Lucero, qué sucedió?" I asked, puzzled. "What happened?" Our maid, Maria, noticing Lucero rushed up and gave her a glass of water.
She gulped it down in a rather unladylike manner before taking a breath and whispering, "Oh, Jesse, I know you said that Lydia and I weren't allowed to go out but I had promised Juan that I would meet him, and I just can't let Juan down because he would just hate me and go to that witch he's always hanging around. So I left but I couldn't leave Lydia alone and had to take her--" I put a finger to her lips, smiling at the familiar babbling that brought back strange and unfamiliar, yet comforting, memories.
"Just tell me what happened, sister. And don't worry, I won't tell papá why you were gone."
She smiled. "Alright, thanks Jesse. So we were walking and I saw this girl who was dressed in some very scandalous clothing. She was bearing her arms and a good portion of her legs, with a skirt up to here," she put her hand about halfway down her thigh, and I heard Maria gasping a little ways away. "And she wore so much make-up around her eyes... oh, it was a frightening sight. You never know what women like her are capable of. I didn't know if she was dangerous, so I just... Well, I grabbed Lydia and ran."
Without thinking, I nodded. "You did a smart thing." We sat in silence for a moment while Lucero sipped water from the cup.
"But you know," she said suddenly, smiling at me. "She had the most beautiful green eyes. Like emeralds. Sometimes I wish I had green eyes, or even blue, like the mayor's daughters, but no, me pegan con éstos ojos café.... I'm stuck with these boring brown eyes."
I stared at her for a second, until realization struck me. "Did you say she had green eyes?"
"Yes," she said as she stood up and dusted off her skirt, letting my smallest sister, Alicia, of only one year, run into her arms. "Bright green eyes. Now that I think about it, if she was wearing some decent clothing she'd be quite pretty..." Then she adjusted Alicia in her arms, and walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.
I felt my body suddenly go numb. I felt myself breathe in only short, nervous breaths. I hadn't a clue why, maybe I was having some sort of attack. Should I get help? No... it was an image of a gorgeous woman that appeared in my eyes that, for some reason, took my breath away when I saw her. Not because she was divinely beautiful, but there was something familiar about her...
Those green eyes....
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I knew he had to be here somewhere. I heard him. I heard his familiar, deep growl of a voice, calling to me from deep inside the shadowland. It echoed off the walls, resonating deep into the darkness, a hollow, unforgettable sound.
It was the first time I heard him since he left. His voice was stressed, but calm. Cool and collected. Just like Jesse. Only now something was different.
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, feeling a sudden presence behind me. Sure enough, my feeling was correct. A tall, dark figure was staggering toward me. In the thickness of the fog, it was hard to see his face, but I was sure I knew exactly who it was.
I raced up to him recklessly, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my head in my neck. "Jesse, why'd you have to leave?" I cried, only his arms wrapped around my shoulders and I was thrown to the ground in a single thrust. I rubbed my elbows then wiped my tearstained face, looking up at him helplessly. Jesse....
It was then I realized how wrong I was. I had wished so hard that it would be Jesse strolling over to me, coming to take me back home, that I had gone and thrown my arms around THE GATEKEEPER'S neck!
You can imagine how flushed I was as he looked at me, eyebrows scrunched up in sheer confusion. I smoothed my hair and skirt, mumbling about how I really should be leaving because Father Dominic would be needing to see me, important mediator business.
I turned away, walking as fast as my little legs could carry me when the Gatekeeper's hand lashed out and gripped my wrist. "Hey," I said, thrashing out of his hold. "What's your problem?"
"I'm not the one with the problem." He said, his face as pale and expressionless as ever. "It's your friend, Mr. de Silva. He wanted me to show you something..."
My eyes widened with sudden interest. I followed him where he led me down the foggy corridor, where I couldn't help but bounce along happily behind him. It was all I could do not to burst out into song and dance, jazz hands and all.
Finally, finally, news from Jesse after all this time spent waiting idly. I knew he wouldn't forget me. Not Jesse. The Gatekeeper turned around, eyeing me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I probably looked like a freaking maniac.
"Mr. de Silva instructed me to show you this door." He said, pointing to the door we stood next to.
My face automatically fell. "This door? That's all? No 'I love you' or 'I'll be back soon, querida' just.... a DOOR?" My arms were flailing wildly as I spoke. Can you believe that Jesse had the chance to tell me that he loved me, or at least reassure me that he was okay but all he had to show me was a door?
The Gatekeeper nodded gravely. "He says it was very urgent, which is why I summoned you up here as soon as possible." He paused, looking at me from head to toe causing me to tug my skirt down self-consciously. "He wanted me to tell you that you must go through the door. Even for just a moment."
"W-why?" The room was suddenly much colder than it had been before. "Weren't you the one who told me that you weren't supposed to go the doors?"
"Yes," he said. "But I am simply following orders." I looked at him closely, but he seemed to be sincere, although his stone cold expression still freaked me out every time I saw him.
"Alright," I said, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips. "If Jesse says to, it can't be too bad..." So the gatekeeper reached out with one hand, and pulled out the door knob. The door swung open with a powerful force and a burst of white light. It was like there was a hurricane or something on the other side because unlike the other door I went through, fierce gusts of wind were blowing out of the door, making it hard to even hear my self speak as I asked the gatekeeper whether it was okay to go through. Because I honestly thought that if I went in there, I'd end up like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz: Sucked in by a tornado then thrown into a land of singing little people and flying monkeys.
Sorry, I know, I'm rambling again. But that movie really scares me.
Anyway, The Gatekeeper nodded in response to my question. I walked closer, my hair blowing in all directions, and simply stood with my heels on the doorstep for a second, pondering whether I really should listen to this guy. I mean, he could possibly be in cahoots with---
And that's when he did it. He actually PUSHED me inside, shutting the door behind me.
I was PISSED! And really, if I wasn't falling through space and time, I would have gone back there and kicked his ass back to whatever he coliseum he just walked out of. Who does he even think he is? Going around and pushing girls inside of strange time vortexes, or whatever.
But oh well. There wasn't much I could really do about it at the time.
This time around, it wasn't the same falling sensation I'd experienced before, but more like just being ripped through this vortex thing of some kind, like the ones you hear about when you're up late and there's nothing good on TV so you just watch The Twilight Zone.
(a/n: I've never really watched that show so I wouldn't know exactly what they talk about.)
Basically, it was the same feeling you get when you fall asleep on your arm, but it was going on in my whole entire body. I just shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth, hoping for the best. And after a minute that seemed to stretch out into an unbearable eternity, I opened my eyes.
Thankfully, I was no longer in the shadowland. The gatekeeper wasn't anywhere in sight. It looked like I was out in the country, maybe somewhere in Texas or even New Mexico. The sun must have been beating down pretty hard for a long time, since there was barely a green plant in sight. I quickly became overheated for just standing there (hey, I wasn't used to these kinds of temperatures, okay?) and had to sit down in the shade of a nearby tree (granted, there wasn't a single leaf growing on it) for some shade.
I sat there for as long as I could remember, but just thinking that it was so quiet and I was so tired. Maybe it was the afternoon sun that was making me drowsy, but my head nodded and I began to fall asleep.
Until a tap on the top of my head made me jump up, frightened. Jeez, whoever did that was going to pay, they practically scared the shit out of me. I tried to stand up, but was still dizzy, so I only fell back down onto the ground with a thud. Grabbing hold of the nearest tree trunk, I tried to steady myself.
Everything was still blurry, although I could make out two girls slowly approaching. One looked around my age and the other one could have been around four or five years old. They looked like sisters, with the same dark black hair and brown eyes.
They advanced cautiously, whispering to each other as they did so. Once they were close enough, the older one reached out and placed one hand underneath my chin, lifting my head so I could see her. "Who are you?" she whispered in a slightly accented voice, shaking her head, puzzled.
But instead of answering I looked at her from head to toe. She had on this red floral patterned skirt that went all the way down to her ankles. The top had a slight square neck and the sleeves, which were layered and ruffled, stopped at her elbows. It was sort of cute... if you were a pioneer or something. Her little sister's dress was of the same style, only hers was a soft pink.
She was looking at me in the same fashion. And after she got a good, long glimpse of my jean mini-skirt she actually covered her little sister's eyes, this horrified look on her perfectly tan face.
"Dios Mio!" She exclaimed. "Que es esto? Ay, vayamos, hermana. No podemos ser vistos con esta clase de mujer." And she began to rush her little sister away as fast as possible.
(a/n: translation—"My God, what's this? Ay, let's go sister. We can't be seen with this type of woman.")
Like I had any clue whatsoever what they were saying. I only knew it must have had something to do with my outfit. Was this skirt too short for her? Oh, man, she must think I'm a hooker or something. I called after her until to come back I could no longer see her anymore.
Oh, it's just my luck that the first people I see happen to think I'm a hooker. Great.
Just GREAT.
Then I heard someone calling me again. It was faint, and barely audible because of the fierce wind blowing by, but I heard it. It was vaguely familiar, the voice, I mean, lurking in the back of my mind. But before I had a chance to decide who it was, I was snapped back into the classroom, my heart thudding wildly.
I pulled my head off of the desk and looked up; Adam was bent over, looking at me in a baffled way. He was still shaking me almost violently when I slapped his hand off.
"What's up with you and Jesse?" Was the first thing he'd asked me. My heart was pounding fiercely, threatening to come out of my chest. I tried to breathe slowly, but it wouldn't slow down.
"What do you mean?" I whispered. The rest of the class was supposed to be reading a chapter from our textbooks, although only half were, the rest chatting and whispering to each other.
"Jesse." He said slowly, stretching out the syllables and speaking loudly, like I was deaf or something. "What's up with you guys? You broken up or something?"
I shook my head madly. "No, why do you ask?"
"You kept whispering his name," he said, and then in a high-pitched, imitating voice went, "Jesse... oh, Jesse... where are you? Why'd you lea--- OW! Jeez, Suze, I was just joking... ha-h—ow! Okay, I get it, sorry."
And he deserved every single punch in the arm I gave him. I really couldn't help feeling so bad. No one—not even Paul—could understand how much I really missed Jesse. He was my best friend.
I was in a funk all day, just sulking about until it was finally time to go home and we all piled into the car. Even Dopey asked me what was up, which was very kind of him, considering how many times I'd laughed in his face when he lost a wrestling match or one of his girlfriends dumped him.
I walked inside and just plopped down on my bed. I leaned over, pulling the nearby heart-shaped candle into reach. I put my hand in the flame, moving it slowly and steadily until my hand began to sting. I pulled it out with a quick jerk as Doc stepped into the room, knocking on the wall outside my door.
"Hey, Suze, there's something for you downstairs." He said, in his squeaky 13 year old boy voice. I got up and he led me into the kitchen. I was thinking it was just a letter from Gina or something, letting me know about the great guy who just moved in down the block.
But what I saw instead was a great bouquet of bursting soft pink roses. They looked so feminine and delicate, drops of water still collected on the petals. I smiled, walking over and pulling the card off.
****It's easier for silence to be heard
Than my feelings for you to be put into words. Love, Paul****
I could feel myself getting red, hoping to God that none of my step- brothers read this. That would be mortifying. I looked up but Dopey and Doc were sitting at the table, snacking, not even paying attention to what was going on in the other room.
So I took that as a good opportunity to squeal and jump up in down, holding the little card close to my heart. How did Paul always manage to find the right things to say at the right time? That's what I'd always secretly loved about him, even when Jesse was around. Sure, he might have tried to kill me once, but I could tell he was a softie at heart. Uh.... That was a huge oxymoron.
Anyway. None of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was that Paul and I loved each other. Nothing could tear us apart.
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JESSE'S POV—
I was saddling my horse, preparing to go into town with my father when Lucero, my sister, came running up to me, her black curls flailing wildly. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and grabbed onto my arm, panting. "Jesse... I.... Lydia and I... caminábamos y...."
I grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on the stairs, leaving my horse half saddled just to talk to her. At 17, Lucero was the second oldest child of the family, after me, and of all my sisters, she was the one I was closest to. Not a thing happened that we didn't tell each other about. To see her this wild and panicky worried me.
"¿Lucero, qué sucedió?" I asked, puzzled. "What happened?" Our maid, Maria, noticing Lucero rushed up and gave her a glass of water.
She gulped it down in a rather unladylike manner before taking a breath and whispering, "Oh, Jesse, I know you said that Lydia and I weren't allowed to go out but I had promised Juan that I would meet him, and I just can't let Juan down because he would just hate me and go to that witch he's always hanging around. So I left but I couldn't leave Lydia alone and had to take her--" I put a finger to her lips, smiling at the familiar babbling that brought back strange and unfamiliar, yet comforting, memories.
"Just tell me what happened, sister. And don't worry, I won't tell papá why you were gone."
She smiled. "Alright, thanks Jesse. So we were walking and I saw this girl who was dressed in some very scandalous clothing. She was bearing her arms and a good portion of her legs, with a skirt up to here," she put her hand about halfway down her thigh, and I heard Maria gasping a little ways away. "And she wore so much make-up around her eyes... oh, it was a frightening sight. You never know what women like her are capable of. I didn't know if she was dangerous, so I just... Well, I grabbed Lydia and ran."
Without thinking, I nodded. "You did a smart thing." We sat in silence for a moment while Lucero sipped water from the cup.
"But you know," she said suddenly, smiling at me. "She had the most beautiful green eyes. Like emeralds. Sometimes I wish I had green eyes, or even blue, like the mayor's daughters, but no, me pegan con éstos ojos café.... I'm stuck with these boring brown eyes."
I stared at her for a second, until realization struck me. "Did you say she had green eyes?"
"Yes," she said as she stood up and dusted off her skirt, letting my smallest sister, Alicia, of only one year, run into her arms. "Bright green eyes. Now that I think about it, if she was wearing some decent clothing she'd be quite pretty..." Then she adjusted Alicia in her arms, and walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.
I felt my body suddenly go numb. I felt myself breathe in only short, nervous breaths. I hadn't a clue why, maybe I was having some sort of attack. Should I get help? No... it was an image of a gorgeous woman that appeared in my eyes that, for some reason, took my breath away when I saw her. Not because she was divinely beautiful, but there was something familiar about her...
Those green eyes....
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