Forbidden Romance

Wild

If this is a dream, won't open my eyes

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It all started with the death of an innocent girl. 

Lindsey Thompson was her name. Eighteen years old. Senior. Head cheerleader. Straight A-student. Homecoming queen. Sweet. Kind. Beloved daughter and sister. 

Those were some of the things that were said about her during the funeral. Sobbing girls told us how amazing she was and that she was the best friend ever, the principle said she was a perfect student and her parents couldn't have wished for a better daughter. 

Different things that were being said but they all had the same content: Lindsey hadn't deserved to die that young. She was in one word perfect, which led to the question that had the whole town under its spell.  

Why would someone want to murder a perfect girl?

"Lindsey, we'll love you forever," Lindsey's sobbing sister brought my attention back to the ceremony. The hand that was holding the paper with her speech was shaking badly. Poor girl. "No matter what."

She folded the paper and walked back to the bench with Lindsey's family and close friends. Her mother took her hand, rubbing it reassuringly while they both continued crying. 

I couldn't help but feel for them. Lindsey had never been close friend of mine but I'd known her for a major part of my life. I knew her family was very close and losing her was probably the worst thing that could happen to them. 

"I still can't understand why someone would want to murder Lindsey Thompson," a soft male voice whispered beside me. The voice belonged to my best friend Raphael, whose hand I was clutching tightly.

I shook my head. "Me neither. It's like they killed an angel. Do you think they'll find the murderer?"

Raphael's perfect features hardened for a split second before his face became neutral again. "No, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

He shot me a look that told me that this is not the time and I knew he was right. I squeezed his hand in a way to tell him "later". He just nodded, making his blonde locks fall in front of his bright blue eyes. 

After another few moments the funeral continued. A man came up and announced that a relative was going to play a piano piece for her. Everyone stayed quiet but followed the man with their eyes, waiting for him to start playing. 

As we were waiting, I let my eyes wander over the people in the room. In the front was, like I said, Lindsey's family. They were genuinely crying over their loss. Which was also the case for a group of ten girls whom were Lindsey's real friends. 

Further was almost our entire high school present. Some people were crying while others were just quiet and respectful. Of course there were also the persons who came to this funeral because of the hype around her death. They attended so they could say to their friends that they went to the funeral of that murdered girl. The one who was on national television. 

I really despised those people. 

My eyes traveled further over the crowd until they reached a quiet corner. That was when I saw him for the first time.

He was standing a few yards away from everyone, leaning against a wall. His face beautiful, impassive and smooth. Unreadable. But his eyes were on me, looking with the intensity of a thousand hells. 

All color drained from my face as he held me captive in those venom green eyes of his. There was no escaping. I couldn't look away, not even if I wanted to. It was like a cord was pulling me towards him. I wanted nothing more than cross the distance and touch him in every way possible.