May 21, 2015
ishouldsockyou
Was he dreaming? Were his eyes deceiving him? Was this some sick trick of the light that he couldn’t blink away? There she was, as beautiful as he remembered her. Alive. Breathing. There. There. There. His heart ached and raced and his brain fell into an almost state of shock. He couldn’t say a word and it seemed like hours, days, weeks that he stood there, watching her until those Godfrey green eyes landed on him and he stood frozen in place like he’d been met with Medusa’s glare rather than the gaze of the most beautiful girl he had ever known.
“Letha...I thought...” Did he really need to say it?
