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by Delila
Rated: E · Preface · Romance/Love · #1740044
a short, rough draft of the preface to my novel I am working on
Everything felt better when she was looking up in to his beautiful face. From his dark, wild hair that went in whatever direction it chose. His green eyes, with their flecks of gold and brown were always filled with wanting when he looked at her. His nose was perfect, and led to that mouth. His lips called out to her, full in all the right ways.



And as she lay beneath him, underneath the stars, she could almost hear his heart beating out of his chest if it wasn’t for her own heart with its rapid pulse. His body was pressed against her in a sideways position, as to not put his weight upon her. He had one arm under her shoulders and one on the side of her face.  She had never been this close to another boy, and she was so much in love with him. They were just moments from their first kiss. As they remained silent, mouths parted and anxious he moved in closer to her and as he swooped down to take what belonged to him, there was rustling in the brush behind them. He jumped up in a protective stance waiting. And then his older brother came through the bushes in a panic.



        “You have to come now, its mom and dad” His brother said frantically.



        “What, what’s wrong?” he moved away from her and towards his brother.



        “They are gone….GONE!” the brother cried loudly.



He glanced back at her with worry filling his face as though he didn’t know if he should run or cry. He ran.



And he didn’t stop running. Not after the funeral, or the reading of the will, or after his extended family left. Her only love buried himself away from the world, dying inside. He was never at school, having switched to home schooling. He had his cell phone turned off. Months turned to a year, but she always went by to ask how he was, but he would have his brother send her away.



The day she left for college, she stopped in front of his home, got out of the car and stood staring up at the front door, willing him to come out and hold her. But he didn’t. She took one long glance up at the bedroom she knew was his and quietly whispered:



“I love you.”



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