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A pair of soulmates endless story takes a twisted turn when their souls are divided. |
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It was weird, the day we met, I remember him walking in and thinking he is gorgeous but he would never go for a girl like me. I wasn’t a normal girl, I didn’t like shopping or make up, but I wasn’t beautiful naturally, in my eyes at least. I remember talking to my friends and Pearl telling me all about him. He was staring at me and as his rich hazel nut eyes stared at me as his beautifully perfect dark brown hair glistened in the light. His pale face complimented his deep ruby red lips as he stared I knew that I was going to fall in love with him even though he could probably get any girl in this school. Why would he pick me? I remember thinking that I was so stupid to even think that but know all I can think about is how lucky I am that he was staring into my deep brown eyes.
We moved to English class where I bumped into a friend his name was Taylor he told me that the new boy moved a couple months ago from a small town but he was British originally. Me and Taylor kept talking about why he was staring at me. Some people think that me and Taylor will go out but I would never because I knew a little secret, he knows who my birth parents are but he wouldn’t tell me. The bell went and I was late for my lesson.
I walked in while the teacher was assigning seats and Miss Jones told me to stay outside. I knew I was dead but then I saw new boy looking at me again and as he walked up to me my heart was beating so fast it felt like he could hear it. Miss came outside and told us “ you 2 are 15 minutes late and now you can sit at the front together nowhere near your friends. “ It was fine by me as we walked in I elegantly sat in a chair next to him. I still didn’t even know his name. I was thinking should I ask him his name or would he rather sit in silence when he whispered into my ear “it’s James.” How did he know what I was thinking? “What’s yours “I replied “My name is Bonica but my friends call me Beth because my middle name is Elisabeth.” He was staring into my eyes as he whispered into the wind “Bonica means beautiful in Catalan “I thought how ironic my name means beautiful but I am not beautiful. “Why do you think you’re not beautiful” he asked but as I stuttered he told me “you are the most beautiful girl I have seen and the way you think you’re not beautiful makes you all the more beautiful. “ I fell in love.
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