Stealing Her
But then I saw her.
She walked past me like a whisper—quiet, delicate, but unforgettable.
Wavy dark hair framed her soft face, and those big brown eyes held too much curiosity for someone that young. She had that look… like life had never been kind, but she still dared to breathe hope. Maybe it was the loneliness I saw in her eyes, the kind I recognized in myself—but deeper, rawer.
I was the first one to notice her.
Before Lewis.
Before anyone.
But her eyes… her eyes didn’t seek me. They found my brother instead. Lewis, with his charming smile, fake warmth, and manipulative heart. He played the perfect gentleman for her, and she—sweet, naive thing—fell for it.
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