There was a girl named Sancia who used to think that no one could ever cause her mind to sway away from her beloved. Kevin was everything she wished for. He was a tall handsome writer, who loved her truely. "You're my savior". She was wise enough to know however that there are more than one "soul mates" out there for everyone, she just didn't expect for one to arise from the depths of who knows where with experienced persisting so sbrubtly that would cause her emotions to stirr across new waters.
One night there came a famillier face across the flat screen. His name was Joe, a guy with brilliant blue eyes and that something girls desire. Sancia found it in herself to accept his request of friendship rather than denying it like she did most guys. His face alone held interest, Sancia was and still to this day a very currious soul.
Joe was good...almost too good. He knew the right things to say, the right times to say them, and the right way to go about saying them. She was shocked at her own words and actions, she lost controll of herself and for a long while became lost within herself. She was ripping apart her morals with her own fingertips with every word typed back to Joe. Her yearning to know more about his guy became so strong of a thirst she had what we would call a crush. She was frequently checking for messages from him, hoping he'd still be interested enough to ask her more about herself. One nrevous day for the both of them, they decided to meet in person.
Sancia felt that if she were to meet Joein person, maybe the attraction for him would fade, or more so that his attraction for her would disipate, but no. The fever grew warmer and she was in a new world, that day starting a second life. Joe seemed perfect. It was as if he were some character from a romance movie, winning her over with every little thing he did. His blue eyes were too overwhelming for nameless to stare into-especially during conversation. Their spaciousness seemed to engulf her, she could feel them reading her, alalyzing every inch of her skin. Simone liked he way her long hair flowed down her curves as she lay upon the grass, the way her freckles were just barely noticable, he took notice of the way her fingers nervously plucked the grass from the earth, and as she sat upon a piece of drift wood in her green hoodie speaking mindlessly, Simon stood staring down into her brown eyes, a faint smile growing larger across his handsome face. It was nearly twilight, the golden light shone on both their faces and he said, "You're so beautiful", causing Nameless to turn away in her shyness. Simon's voice was filled with suck sincerity. He sat next to her on the drift wood, telling her of how the lines in our eyes tell parts of our lives.
"I don't have many lines in my eyes", Nameless explained, "You have to be really close in order to see them".
Simon leaned in to take a closer look, then came closer and closer till his lips touches hers, but she didn't move away. She embraced the moment. At that moment she became as hopeless feeling as ever, staring out across the sea for some sort of sign if what she as doing was the right way to turn in her life. Simon could see the guilt in her eyes, but he didn't seem to mind. He was a guy, who wanted that girl.
Later after Nameless droped Simon off at the end of his road, looking back to see Simon walking hapily home inthe light of the setting sun, everything hit her at once. "what in the hell am i doing?" she thought. butterflies the size of her hands were fluttering violently in her stomache and her fingertips became icey cold. She couldn't shake it off, she'd tainted her relationship with Beloved, but she liked this thing happening with Simon. It was like she'd been thirsty without realising it, and when she got the taste of the sweet nectar she had to have more. She had to go home because she had to work for a couple hours, and when she was she could not think of anything else except fopr what had happened earlier with Simon, and what to do, if she should see him later that evening...she did.
Simon took her to a restaurant where he bought her an exotic dessert of pears and lavender, two of her most favorite things. It felt different to Namless to be treated. She didn't know how to take it, but she tried. Simon then took her to see a movie she's been wanting to see where she leaned into his body and they both wished that the movie would go on forever. He told her that hre cheeks were as soft as a baby's, and he kissed him on his after the girl on the screen had kissed the guy on the cheek. After the movie they had a moment in her car where she experienced the kisses of Simon's lips, how perfect each one felt against her body, how naturalm fluent, and enticing his fingers felt as they caressed her skin like gentle waves. They kissed and sexual craving began to stir in their mix. Namless stoped things from going farther, and they went inside to another place. Simon took Namless to his mothers restaurant where he cooked for her at 1 in the morning, one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for her. It was the last meal she ate for almost four days. She was beginning to feel sick with confusion. Bantering between Nameless and Simon carried on for another few days and Nameless wracked her brain about what she should do, and even began colsulting amongst her wisest of friends. Most of them told her it was time to move on from poor Beloved, but a couple told her that it was stupid. It was true, there was nothing wrong with her anr Beloved, so why be reckless then and care later? Why throw away something good for somethign so ecplipsed?
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