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IntroductionIt was getting cold. Sitting at the desk in front of the window made me chilly. I could’veclosed it, but I was too frozen to move. I could hear the sound of the leafs spreadingthrough the street, my neighbor’s dog barking and the notebook between my handsfluttering. I couldn’t think of anything. My thoughts were blocked beyond my head. I hadso many room inside of my brain that I didn’t know how to use it. I felt numb. I wassenseless. Neither the cold could reach me now. I was all trapped inside the pages of thenotebook between my hands, with my eyes gazing through the window…seeing nothing but his face.“When you read this, I’ll be far away to explain. Nothing that had happened mattersanymore, nor what you believe it did. All it matters is what is going to happen, andyou’re the only one who can decide that. Keep reading what you’ve left from me and youwill understand. You have an incredible power, dear Emma. You can easily make peoplefall in love with you.. Your charm has no limit, your hands speak for themselves and your eyes.. they tell nothing but beautiful dreams. The problem is you don’t believe it’s true.Start by believing it. Remember: you’re the one who can change what matters!”
 
Chapter 1: The riseThe clock ticked 7 a.m. My hand reached for it to stop, but it did nothing butwater on the floor, slamming the glass I had near the clock. I had to wake up. The sunshined through the big windows and I could smell the eggs frying downstairs. Was itreally necessary? It was Monday, but I could still fake a premenstrual symptom or something that would keep me in bed late. I had to take advantage of my age, or at leasttry to be creative and get back to the beautiful dream I was having. The very nextmoment, my little sister Alessia came into the room wining about the doll she broke lastnight. The pillow wasn’t big enough to shut down my ears, nor to take Alessia from myview, who was actually on the top of my bed making my attempts to sleep impossible.“How can such a small person make so much noise?” I asked my sister who saidnothing, but gave me a grin.I stepped down from the bed, put my slippers on and went downstairs to thekitchen. Mom was making breakfast, whistling the song on the radio. Seemed like itwasn’t Monday for her. Maybe by getting older you got used to the awful feeling thatMonday gave me. I had to make a change. While I was eating the eggs and Alessia her cereals, I heard on the news that our local University had been closed for a couple of days because of some toxic gaze that broke through the main pipe. It didn’t matter actuallywhat happened, but the news that I wasn’t forced to go to school made me thrill. My firstthought was to go back to sleep, but who could do that with an excited sister and with amom without a job? Yes, exactly, nobody, at this time of the day. Mom didn’t have totake a job according to my dad, because a
mom
is a mom only by staying home, feedingthe babies, watching them grow, helping them study and cuddling them. I didn’t mindwhen I was Alessia’s age, but when you’re in your 20s, you have you mom as a bodyguard, and worse, you are still living with your parents, while you were supposed toget away from home, applying to a big and far away university, it doesn’t rises up your self esteem. But what can I say? Having your laundry cleaned up at time, breakfast readywhen you wake up and your favorite desert when you wish for it, isn’t really somethingto give up. But I guess it comes a moment in life when you have to take your own way, tofollow the path that’s been waiting for you since you were born and start to front your destiny. I always knew there was something there more than normal and simple life.“What are you going to do today, sweetheart?” mom interrupted my daydreaming.“I don’t know, maybe go outside taking pictures?” I said breathlessly.Mom smiled and went back cooking. As a student at a Film Academy, this was anusual habit, photographing. In a town like Cluj, Romania, there was only one FilmSchool, not to mention the other universities available. So I went back upstairs, searchingfor the used jeans and a yellow t-shirt and then I headed through the town’s center. Onthe way through it, I took pictures of people in the bus, worried faces, silly faces, sadfaces. There was something about people’s faces that fascinated me. All those lines, the
 
difference between people’s eyes, the curbs of the mouth, the glittering teeth. To me,there is nothing more fascinating than the human being. You can do so many things witha face. You can tell a story, you can create one, you can create a whole life based on justone face. I stepped out at the 4
th
bus stop, and walked to the park near. The weather was perfect, middle spring time, the exactly ingredients I needed. My camera didn’t stopmoving. I searched for details, for eyes that flickered, for smiles that were breathtaking.And then, at one turn, I found a hand. The most perfect-shaped hand I had ever seen. Thefingertips were almost designed, and the nails were oval cut. I photographed the hand. Icouldn’t resist the vibe it was sending. I
touched 
the whole body with my camera. I took  pictures with those long legs, in those well fitted blue-jeans, then went up at thatincredible neck, with a soft red scarf around it. My hands were shaking as I was cravingto see the face. With a soft movement, I found the eyes I will never forget. A deep brown pair of eyes were staring into the camera. I photographed them. In a second, I photographed the entire face. The perfect symmetry stunned me. The lips had a light pink shadow, the hair was dark brown, curled a little.. But the eyes were all I could care about.There was nothing like those eyes. They told me in a second all I wanted to know. I couldread that person’s heart, I already knew there was something inside his soul I was dyingto discover. It was like a magnet. I let my camera fall on my shoulder as I walked towardthe beautiful human. I felt my entire body screaming of desire, it was like a different kindof blood ran through my veins. It was different than anything I had experienced. Whilewalking, I felt as a second dilated in 10, as if the time slowed down.. But his eyes werestill on my face, like waiting for my feet to reach his. I was blank. No memories, nofuture thoughts. I was there and I was then. Finally, I was in front of him. And there wewere, face to face, eyes in eyes, saying nothing. I could swear we were like that for minutes, like the world stood still. I heard nothing around, I saw nothing.“Hello” he greeted me.I couldn’t find my tongue to articulate any words.“My name is Robert.”Robert, what a beautiful name, fell in love with it immediately. Words wererunning now through my head, but I found nothing conveniently to say.“Are you alright?” he asked in a sweet, bassist voice.Suddenly, I realized I was mesmerized, and probably I looked like a fool. I triedto escape from that shield he kept me in and act as normally as possible.“Uhm, I’m really sorry” I said “I’ve lost my dog. Have you seen it?” I saidquickly. It took me a second to realize what I’ve just said.He smiled confused. His eyebrows undulated in an adorable way.“I’m sorry, I haven’t. Do you need help finding it?” he offered charmingly.I was blocked. It seemed like he was offering his help to find the inexistent dog.“Of course. Any help is welcomed.” I said smiling.“Shall we?” he glanced to the pathway. I followed him.“So, what are we looking for?” he asked politely.“Looking for…?” I asked confused.“The dog?” he answered amused, probably by my infant thinking.“Oh, right” I said laughing. “It’s a Scottish-terrier, actually. Her name is Honey.”Honey?? I couldn’t come up with a better idea. But the game was on, I had to keep playing.
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anomargabi

inca nu am apucat sa citesc dar promit ca ma apuc imediat ce termin de postat comentariul e de apreciat in primul rand faptul ca ai reusit sa scrii in engleza... eu citesc orice in engleza dar cand vine vb de scris.... revin cu impresiile despre ceea ce-ai scris

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ainsleykm99

wow! im amazed! its awsome! please, do wright more!! -ainsley

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lil babycakes

i loove this story please write moree

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mrs bella cullen

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courtney0407

this is such a good story. I can't wait to read more

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SpringGirl12

i love this story so much! you should write more really♥ ♥shameca♥

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Miss Sore

A short update is posted. The action is about to begin. Come back for a big update. :D

reply04 / 13 / 2009
Kendi09

I really Love the Story! Please do Write more, Id love to see What happens next. Kendi

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