Angel by sarah*jane
Summary:
Eric Channing and Lilia Brown were childhood best friends – inseparable from birth. Until one day Lilia finds out that her family’s moving because of her father’s job. Where? London, England. And 9 year old Lilia is forced to say goodbye to her best friend in the world.
8 years later, Lilia comes back. Will Eric remember her?
Eric Channing and Lilia Brown were childhood best friends – inseparable from birth. Until one day Lilia finds out that her family’s moving because of her father’s job. Where? London, England. And 9 year old Lilia is forced to say goodbye to her best friend in the world.
8 years later, Lilia comes back. Will Eric remember her?
Chapter One
So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment for forever
~Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional
~*Eric*~
My breath caught in my throat as I felt her ice cold fingertips brush against my cheek and then slowly down to my lips. I felt the shivers creep down my spine at her touch. She was gentle, barely touching me, almost as if she were afraid. I couldn’t imagine why. My lips parted as I breathed out, then I put my hand over hers and opened my eyes.
It was night and my room was dark, and yet somehow the light from the moon shone bright enough through my window that I could see her clearly. At first, I thought she was an angel. She was sitting at the edge of my king size bed looking down at me. The pale white nightgown she wore contrasted greatly with her caramel skin. And her eyes, even in the dark I could see the depth of them. They were the darkest brown with an almost…purple hue. I had seen those eye before, but I couldn’t remember where or whom they belonged to…They were almost covered by her long bangs, and her hair was dark brown, almost black.
She smiled down at me with something in those familiar eyes. What it was, I couldn’t exactly place; it could have been sadness or longing or desire or…love? Who was this angel? I wanted to ask her, but as I opened my mouth to do so, she put her finger against my lips before I could speak. The words died on my tongue. I could feel goose bumps rise on my bare chest when a breeze came through the open window.
“It’s not important…” She whispered to me, as though reading my mind.
Then she bent down towards me. I caught a glimpse of a locket hanging from her neck before I realized what she was doing. Her lips were warm and soft as they brushed lightly against my own. My whole body felt as thought it was on fire, the good kind. At that moment, I felt as though I would never kiss anyone else in my life, no one but her, no one but this angel. But the confusing part was that I felt like I had kissed her before. I’d felt that feeling before. And I wanted to get up to kiss her back and harder. I wanted more, but before I could even react the fire disappeared, her lips were gone from mine. The angel was gone.
And then I woke up.
So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment for forever
~Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional
~*Eric*~
My breath caught in my throat as I felt her ice cold fingertips brush against my cheek and then slowly down to my lips. I felt the shivers creep down my spine at her touch. She was gentle, barely touching me, almost as if she were afraid. I couldn’t imagine why. My lips parted as I breathed out, then I put my hand over hers and opened my eyes.
It was night and my room was dark, and yet somehow the light from the moon shone bright enough through my window that I could see her clearly. At first, I thought she was an angel. She was sitting at the edge of my king size bed looking down at me. The pale white nightgown she wore contrasted greatly with her caramel skin. And her eyes, even in the dark I could see the depth of them. They were the darkest brown with an almost…purple hue. I had seen those eye before, but I couldn’t remember where or whom they belonged to…They were almost covered by her long bangs, and her hair was dark brown, almost black.
She smiled down at me with something in those familiar eyes. What it was, I couldn’t exactly place; it could have been sadness or longing or desire or…love? Who was this angel? I wanted to ask her, but as I opened my mouth to do so, she put her finger against my lips before I could speak. The words died on my tongue. I could feel goose bumps rise on my bare chest when a breeze came through the open window.
“It’s not important…” She whispered to me, as though reading my mind.
Then she bent down towards me. I caught a glimpse of a locket hanging from her neck before I realized what she was doing. Her lips were warm and soft as they brushed lightly against my own. My whole body felt as thought it was on fire, the good kind. At that moment, I felt as though I would never kiss anyone else in my life, no one but her, no one but this angel. But the confusing part was that I felt like I had kissed her before. I’d felt that feeling before. And I wanted to get up to kiss her back and harder. I wanted more, but before I could even react the fire disappeared, her lips were gone from mine. The angel was gone.
And then I woke up.
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