the breeze coming from the open window next to the wooden table,was just enough to make the side of my hair slowly more down my shoulders,as i tappen on the laptot the letters to write my novel i looked up to see a man on the table im front of me being more interested in watching me than reading his book in the library,my eyes meeting with his piercing gaze ”oh my beauty how i wish to move the hair out of your beautiful eyes to let you see clearly,i’d kill the wind if i could for you..”