yay chapter 7! thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews! oh and if someone thinks of a reason why Ian and Cassidy's eyes are violet i will dedicate a chapter to them.
Everything was so hazy, like wearing a bad prescription of contact lenses. My hearing was muffled; taste, might as well not have it at all. But the one thing I did have was feeling. Everything felt colder. The wet, hard, slushy pavement, the think liquid drops that fell from my scraped knees, the new warmth of my soft flesh, but the most important feeling of all were his strong, cold, granite arms around me. Blurred faces were all around us so still, waiting for something that I didn't know or care about. His spiky bronze hair was facing me as he slowly looked up from a big blue crushed van to me. Oh god he was so, so beautiful. Even though his face was blurred. I tried to move mine closer to his, my eyes hungrily searching for more. I tried to reach my mouth to speak words I couldn't put together. For once in my pathetic short existence I felt whole. His face lowered to mine almost as if he was searching too. Please don't leave me, don't leave me now when I feel so alive for once. Don't kill me again. If there was a god out there who truly loved me don't let him leave me not now. I finally found my hand as I reached up to touch his beautiful almost delicate cheek. I caught a flash of his panicked topaz eyes. Why? Why was someone as elegant, resplendant as him allowed to look so desperate, so conflicted? I was starting to be pulled away, away from my angel, my heaven. I screamed in protest as salty water poured down my cheeks. Tears? What a sad lonely word.
"AHHHHH!" I screamed falling to the floor ripping at my chest. Not only was I screaming. So was the plain girl with the beautiful eyes once again in the darkness. Her sobs echoing in my head. It was too much. I wanted to die; I wanted that blissful fire to consume me again. Anything was better than this. I didn't realize I was in his comforting arms until he started smoothing my hair humming my medicine that might not be able to heal the wound this time. Cassidy grabbed my hand tracing tiny circles humming in harmony with Ian. It was so beautiful before but now nothing could ever hold a candle to the word. Why were they doing this? Why were they wasting their time on such a useless case? I would never be saved. Now I knew the weight of the stranger's words. I was madly, hopelessly in love with a beautiful man I don't even know.
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