It Was Him Novels & Stories

She already knew. It was him.

Not for me. Him.

He was mine I was keeping him and I'd make sure it remained that way. No matter what it took

Not in fate. In him.

wasn't it? Argh. Jace fucking Finn.

My suspicion was dead on. It was him. That bastard. To be continued…

And so was I. It was time.

She suddenly saw a guy in the corridor, talking on the phone. “Hey!” She called, to get his attention. When he turned around, time stopped for her. She noticed that the guy in front of her was very handsome. With dark hair and even darker eyes, and a light stubble coating his face. But his eyes held a hardness, and the clenched jaw made her reconsider her decision of calling out his attention.

It was heavy and rapid. And this time, it was him. Wasn't it? I was certain. Uzair. ~•~•~•~•~

He turned and looked at me. The shadows played off his face, making him look more sinister than he was. Well, at least from what I knew of him so far. He seemed gentle, sincere, and, well, a gentleman. I looked at him pensively for a few moments, unsure where to start, what to say — so much had already been said online and on Skype. Then it came to me. “Sir, where do you live?” “I live in Dennis. And you, little blue bird, you live in Brewster?”