Excerpt XII.

My ears are accustomed to her voice. I could hear it despite the thunder and lighting surrounding us. Her voice makes even the clearest of minds go blurry. I lose my sense of direction around her.

The color of her eyes went from a warm brown to an icy blue. She turns me into a shipwreck after the storm once it’s over, but the adventure is one I would want to live again.

-H.S

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