the man sat in the quiet cafe, eyes scanning the passing crowd outside the window.
he's been doing this every day for the past month. even though he had spent tremendous time in this very seat, his effort still seemed to show no progress.
so alone he sat, once again, in this old booth where the wooden vinyl was peeling off the table and the leather of the seat was sticky with spilled drinks and food.
and just when he lost all hope, she walked in.
her long hair swayed around her waist, a smooth black waterfall. the girl's eyes shined a crystal clear blue, the color of the sky. face slim, cheekbones high, lips plump and beautiful- the shade of the red sucker that laid between them.
she was beautiful, no doubt about that.
she was perfect.
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-taken-
General Fiction"she was beautiful, no doubt about that. ... she was perfect." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stock·holm syn·drome /ˈstäkˌhō(l)m,ˈstäkōm ˈsinˌdrōm/ noun feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor...
