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Lazarus

I can't seem to get that girl out of my head. She's always there, lurking in the back of my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I can't shake her. It's not normal, and I know that I shouldn't be thinking about her like this. But I can't help it.

Her quiet beauty stunned me at first, but her voice did far more damage. It's like warm honey: sweet, and pleasant to the ears. It did have a tinge of fear within it though, but it was a gift regardless. Her straight brown hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, and if not for self-control, coupled with the knowledge that touching people without their consent is wrong, nothing would've stopped me from running my fingers through it.

She barely came up to my chest, but I think those eyes of hers can bring any guy down to his knees. She's not the conventional type of beauty, but rather the kind that makes itself obvious the more you focus on it.

When she'd walked away from me, it took everything in me to not have focused on her curvace