WHEN HE FINALLY FOUND HER, she disappeared.
WHEN SHE DISAPPEARED, he looked for her.
WHEN HE LOOKED FOR HER, her world was shattered.
WHEN HER WORLD WAS SHATTERED, he fought for her.
WHEN HE FOUGHT FOR HER, she was reborn from the ashes.
AND ALL ALONG, WITHOUT KNOWING, THEY WERE BECOMING WHO THEY WERE MEANT TO BE.
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"Where are you running, Isla?" The voice sent shivers down her spine. She froze on her spot. "You can't run from me." The voice growled. She turned to look who it belonged to, but all she could see were two haunting blue eyes, the eyes she had seen every single night in her sleep.
He came closer, close enough that if she moved even an inch, their chests would be touching. His hand caressed her cheek. His touch was slow, gentle. She felt sparks run through her body. He leaned in closer, his lips touching her ear. Isla couldn't remember how to breathe. "You are mine." He said, barely a whisper.
"You belong to me."