...
He felt like he was drowning.
Her cerulean orbs held secrets, like an old tome begging for interpretation.
His chest tightened painfully.
What was this feeling?
Was she some sort of sorceress, able to manipulate those around her?
He balked at the thought, the woman before him was not capable of such deviousness.
But what was this feeling, why could he not look away?
For a moment, the first he can ever remember, he felt free.
Her screamed name filled the air, breaking the hold she had on him.
She looked away, confused.
He was gone before she glanced back.
