Clouds That Were (Weathered Hearts) - Plot & Excerpts
The kiss, the way his hand felt in my hair as he pulled my face to his, the way he smelled, the way he looked at me, the way that I felt dancing with him. And mostly, the way that he made sure the night was perfect for me. In every way. What I hate most about situations in which people find out about my mom is how they look at me with pity. But with Chase it isn’t pity; it is genuine sadness, like he feels what I feel. But I think, in some ways, that it’s actually worse than pity. It amazes me that I met him on Friday, and already he is consuming my every thought. I have this strange connection with him, like I have known him forever, and yet, I don’t know him at all. It’s only six AM, so I have only had two hours of sleep; but I know I am up for the day. I throw on my favorite hoodie, toss my still-curly hair up, and go to the window, not really sure what it is that I am looking for. Chase is sitting in the front yard with a sketchpad at the ready watching my window.
What do You think about Clouds That Were (Weathered Hearts)?
