Ian's POV
It's been two days straight and there is no sign of her at the bookstore. She probably won't come after what happened. She is poorly embarrassed that day.
But I can't stop thinking about her...
"The calm and strong vision of her eyes"
"The trembling of her lips on the fall"
"Her shining tanned skin through the sun"
"Her hair sweeping from her shoulder"
"She just a sacred flower that is a creation of GOD himself" I can't control my inner thoughts when it comes to her. It is kind of poisoning me inside out but in a holy way possible.
"She misses her family?" holding the same poetry book that Ivy had with her that day before she passed out, written 'WHAT IS A FAMILY FOR ME?'
Still, it felt like a dream of seeing her again. I never thought I'll meet her in this life. I thought she will only live through my dreams.
I thought the past will never collide with the present, but it did, and I will never lose my chance this time and I will never lose again this time.
I will make her mine, in any way possible.
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