Faria_Samira

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ]

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too.

I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. 

Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. 

"You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers.

"Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved.His voice is fading away. 

My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. 

"Goddammit!" 

I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. 

"I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. 

I won't cry. What's the point of crying?

My sixth sense is suddenly alert. 
Somebody is watching me. I spin around. 

A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. 

They are dark green.

They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. 

And they are watching me.

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

"I told Emilia about the real you," I pull out a grass from the ground, watching it closely. "I don't like lying to my best friend."

"It's fine," the corner of his mouth moves up as a smile. "As long as she doesn't spread that I'm twenty-four years old and didn't even finish college. In the meantime, it's cool."

I laugh, my eyes focusing at the sky.

You might wonder where I am now. You do remember Alone Five, the tiny mountain, right? Like that, this place is Alone Two, a strangely beauteous fountain, it has a pretty little garden in front of it, full with wildflowers. And that's where I'm lying on, my mind is peaceful, quiet, Lynn is beside me. I inhale deeply, feeling the smell of flowers and fresh air and leaves of the trees.

Chapter Twenty-one : Spinning Neurons