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| Event | Oct 24 2010, 11:03 PM Post #1 |
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| Ryan Faye | Oct 28 2010, 04:57 AM Post #2 |
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Her blue eyes. They were gorgeous, startling, captivating, entrancing, deep--he couldn't get them out of his mind. He could see her face everywhere: her beautiful hair, her (poisonous) scarlet lips, her crooked smirk and bright smile. He could hear her laugh. His minds eye was filled with images and memories, memories of their meeting and nights and most importantly--their days together. And he wanted to see her. It was as simple as that. He couldn't stand not seeing her. So he went looking for her. The truth was, Ryan knew better. Some part of him knew perfectly well he shouldn't be looking for Tiger right now. He simply put, couldn't bring himself to remember why not. What he could remember, clear as day, was that there was nothing more that he wanted to do than see Tiger, to hold her, to be with her. That overwhelming love that he'd always felt had heightened, intensified: he couldn't seem to think about anything else. Anything else at all. He knocked on the door--to the bathroom, that was, calling out, "Tigs?" |
![]() bite the hand that feeds / tap the vein that bleeds. I'd break the back of love for you. it's in the water, baby, it's between you and | |
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