And I had to look back, if only I didn't. My eyes were met by the cold grey coloured eyes of his. Looking back to the board I had to hold in a gasp, his eyes were holding an emotion I couldn't place. As I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding I carried on with my work, not daring to look back, back to him.
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Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about love, care, jealously, sadness, madness and more. When someone's past decides to rear their ugly head, someone else might have to pay the price. Will true love and friendship conquer all or will it destroy all...
