Hiya beautifuls! YAY. Reviews excite me, please keep reading and reviewing! IT MAKES ME HAPPY. Like, running through a field simply for the hell of it happy. So please keep reviewing and I promise to run through a field… as soon as the weather stops being cold and annoying! ;-) Hehe, and I hope you enjoy your Phantom t-shirts! They are magical and invisible… BUT STILL. Anyways, Erik helped me to conjure them up, so they are EXTRA-SPECIALLY-SPECIAL! Feel thankful. And and and, I have another chapter for ya too! Just Ella rambling on about how sexy Lucien is, but it's necessary and I'm sure you'll enjoy… ;-) xoxox
Ella's POV
He is so charming. And so handsome! Really, really handsome…
Oh, I simply cannot get him out of my mind! The tall, dark handsome man with beautiful green eyes.
Why, I barely know the man! This was the first time I had even seen his face, but now… his face is all I see.
What is wrong with me? Everyone knows that my friendship with Raif is ordained to develop, and that we will begin courting. Even our fathers wish for us to marry!
So why did I feel such roller-coasters of emotion when I was with Lucien- a man who is barely more than a stranger?
He smiled at me; my heart melted. He said something amusing; my torrents of laughter were unstoppable. He complimented me; I felt as if I would burst with happiness. And when he left, I could not conceal such a sad, sinking feeling in my chest.
I missed him. I still do!
Oh, why must these feelings be so unknown to me? Why can I not feel the same with my sweet Raif, who has been my dearest friend for years?
Instead, I find myself hypnotized by the mere presence of this alluring, mysterious stranger!
My innocence may be perceived as "charming", yet it is preventing me from understanding the sheer intense sensation of being with Lucien.
I know that my father tells me not to talk to strangers- he repeats it enough! But this invitation of meeting again with Lucien is far too tempting to possibly resist.
But… perhaps I should resist? Surely it is not healthy for me to be so captivated by this man?
Why, we only spoke for numerous minutes, yet I already feel addicted to his mere presence.
There I go again, speaking of him as if he is an intoxicating drug. The thought of any type of drug is a foreign concept to me, yet I know that drugs are both addictive and dangerous. A bitter-sweet sacrifice.
Is he dangerous? I am still afraid… but unwillingly cannot stop thinking about him. Oh, why do I crave him so?
My mind is consumed with his name: Lucien. Oh, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien…
Though now I ponder that Lucien is a name similar to that of Lucifer; the Devil himself.
The Devil himself…? Oh dear god, I am honestly going mad! How can I compare Lucien to the Devil? It is obvious that the man resembles nothing but an angel.
A dark angel, perhaps, but a beautiful angel nonetheless. I am not quite naïve enough to believe in real angels, yet I believe that such a man could only have been crafted by heavenly creatures! And his voice!
Oh, his voice filled my soul with the most extreme, intimate emotions: a wonderful wave of sweet yet sultry feelings that made me want to laugh, scream and cry in ecstasy.
Yes. I know now.
I know that I must see him again. I feel as if I cannot live without hearing the velvety tones of that voice. Oh, that voice! The voice of an angel.
Though I distinctly remember being told that the Devil was a fallen angel.
Dun-dun-duuuuuun. Pretty please review! xoxox