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Was she always such a knock-out?

Daimhin stared at her across the room He had not seen her for several years How old was she now? Quickly he calculated the years in his head - seventeen She was only a few months older than seventeen

He could not tear his eyes away fro a threadbare book He saw the pages curled in at several points He wondered if these were the pages with her favourite quotes He wondered what the story was about - he could not see the front cover

He looked around her roo pink Her room had no particular theme as so many other teens had There also were no posters on her walls Instead, her walls were decorated allpaper covered in a multitude of little blue andthis hideous was in the nineteen hundreds, somewhere around the sixties The rooh the openHer metal frame bed stood in the middle of the room, next to the openThe wind pushed and pulled the curtains The children playing in the road in front of her council house was rowdy as they played a gaoal

Her soft laughter drew his attention back to her His eyes lingered on her lush mouth when her teeth bit down onto her lower lip Her lashes were long and threw shadows on her cheekbones Her dark blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail behind her head but was long enough to still hang over her one shoulder She was so slim, his hands could span her waist His palms itched to do just that Her arms, bared by a short sleeved t-shirt were faintly sun-kissed, their warmth another temptation he wanted to touch

Startled he stepped back when she looked up froreen-blue eyes narrowed as she stared in his direction, her lush lips pressed together She could not see him, and Daimhin felt disappointed No doubt she could feel soave hi himself to not stare at her to the point where she could actually sense hi in her roo her story

Guilt over all the ways he had failed Taylor see now and the 'Poho be' will co around her existence Taylor should have died so many times before, her name has appeared on his list sofor anybody to figure out so with the universe and especially within the Fergusson family Her mother should have had a different life, a life without Taylor With nearly one hundred and fifty thousand people dying on average per day, he never thought anybody would ever find out