Saturday, October 08, 2011



"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.
I looked up, stunned that he was speaking to me. He was sitting as far away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His hair was dripping wet, disheveled \ even so, he looked like he'd just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were careful.

When will I be able to write like that?


~ 미셸♥려욱 ~ was treasuring e memories wif euu @ 8:12 PM