There he stood. He had grown so much since I last saw him. He stood towering over me, looking down directly into my hazel orbs with his caramel ones. I thoughtlessly wrapped my arms around his large frame, trying not to look at his chiseled features. I could feel his body stiffen at my touch. His plush, pink lips separated as he spoke the words I wish never to hear him say
"Who are you?"
Forgotten Promise
By qt_pai23
Ava Jivani just arrived back to America after her parents died in a tragic car crash. She was living by herse... More