The Most Beautiful Thing

My name is Jessie Adams.
Being a seventeen year old girl, you don't usually have to fight wars, battle dragons and fall in love at the same time.

Well. I am no ordinary seventeen year old girl.

This isn't a choice.

This is destiny


”I can’t. It. It just isn’t right! This is just a little infatuation,” I cried trying to believe it myself. This was far from simple fascination. I knew it was. But I couldn’t do this. Not with the staggering thought that the one I’d loved more than anything was still alive. I just couldn’t.

He let his hand fall back down his side just as it was about to grace my cheek. My heart faltered at the sight of his face. He was just as beautiful; yet so completely different.

Never in my life had I felt so torn.

“An infatuation.” He spat out the words as if they were poison. Sighing deeply he ran both his hands through his messy hair, making me want to just hold him tight in my arms and never let go again.

“Yes. I believe that is what it is,” I whispered feeling my heart break into a million pieces once more.

“What a shame to convince these flames they are only sparks.”



by Adistyles


The author has rated this movella as red, meaning it is inappropriate for users under the age of 16.
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