Those Blue EyesA Story by MillieThose soft loving blue eyes
Previous Version This is a previous version of Those Blue Eyes. I layed my head oh his chest, the sun beaming down. I breathed deeply as he stroked my hair. My heart skipped beat when ever he touched me. I lifted up my hand to hold his. He grabbed my arm, it stung like the deepest depths of hell. A tear sprung up from my eye. I looked up to him as he held my wrist in his hand. Those glising blue eyes saddened. I saw little droplets of blood fall down my arm, he still didn't let go. I sat up straight, I looked into those blue eyes. He didn't understand why I did it yet he still hadn't let go. I placed my hand over his, he looked quickly down. I twisted my fingers into his. He looked back to my face. He used his spare hand to cup round my face. I another tear rolled slowly down my check. He leaned in. Softly he placed his lips on my forehead a sign of forgiveness or acceptance? He pushed my leg off his lap. Then crossed my over leg over it, so that I was sat on the warm green grass. I un crossed my legs. The pale blue sky covered the surroundings I looked at the sky because then I didn't have to face him. I didn't have to see the disappointment spread across his face. I didn't have to see the depth of it in his blue eyes. I looked over my shoulder through the strands of hair that flew in the soft breeze. He was sat up straight I was able to see the outlines of his spine exaggerated by the tightness of his t-shirt. I turned my body. I placed my hand neatly on his arm, I ran my hand down I took hold of his hand. He didn't resist.© 2011 MillieAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMilliePortsmouth, Copner, United KingdomAboutI'm 16 (almost). I write to express conflicting emotions. This enable to let me release them without feeling like there mine by putting them in different scenarios. I enjoy writing, but music is m.. more..Writing
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