"Ah, yes, well that's where you're wrong James, I'm moving in." and she returned a smile.
"Moving in huh yee-" but once again, Elizabeth stopped him.
"Well, seeing your inconvenience of getting out and that I currently need a home, I was hoping-" she paused, "well, I was hoping that since we both sort of kind of need each other, we could rely on each other." it seemed almost as if she was asking for approval. James searched through his mind, trying to find the correct answer, and chuckled,
"Well, sure, but I'm not exactly the best person to be around, a beast if you must." he ran his fingers through his hair as small raindrops flew off the top of his auburn hair that was in knots. He took a good look at Elizabeth. She wasn't at all like he had remembered. She stood tall in her black boots and broad shoulders, a woman of confidence. Her hair was a chocolate-brown in wavy locks, and that's when he stared into her eyes. They were a hazel shade on the edges and a shattered green in the middle-that's when he lost his train of thought. Her lips were full, a pink glossy edge to it. His jaw seemed to drop open, but then he cleared his throat again and glanced at her with apologetic eyes, she seemed to understand. James laughed to break the silence and pulled her bags inside.
"So, where's my bedroom Mr.Mysterious?" she took a glance at all the pictures on his table that were covered in dust and spider webs. "Neglected," she thought. A few pictures seemed to stand out from the rest to Elizabeth. As she got closer to take a look, James dashed over and yanked the picture frames away from the top of the fireplace and set them in a drawer. "What was that for?" she questioned.
"It's nothing important." he answered coldly. James headed inside and pretended to ignore Elizabeth. Elizabeth settled in a small room at the end of the hall that had one small window high up near the ceiling and a small bookshelf at one end of the room. That night, she couldn't sleep. She knew she could not ignored James's reaction when she had taken notice to the picture, but also the context of the picture. James was happy, unscarred, with a strangely breath-takingly beautiful woman. For once, James seemed-happy.
To be continued....
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