XYLA
Slow music played in the background, the lights were dim and gentle, casting beautiful shadows on his perfect face, further accentuating the beauty of each and every feature of his. I never realised how much I loved the way he looked. The way his dark hair fell over his eyes, the shape of his lips, that of his face and his jaw, and his eyes. The two glittering golden eyes that now contained my entire world.
"What is it, Love?" he whispered, pulling me slightly closer to himself.
How did I forget about his voice? It was an entire melody in its own. And the way he said 'Love' and 'my Love'. God, it made my heart race.
"Xyla?" Allister chuckled, his nose scrunching up slightly.
How did he get to be so perfect? And how did I get him to fall for me? I was never special. I was never p
