LOGAN'S POV
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Smoke fills my lungs as I sit on the patio, feet up on the railings, a slight gust of wind blowing through the air. "You really should stop smoking, it's disgusting and bad for you." Davina mutters as she sits beside me, her one leg crossed over the other. "Shut up, honestly..." I roll my eyes, dropping my head back. I could feel her eyes on me, those forest orbs that hold happiness and sadness that I use to admire. It was one thing I liked about her, her beautiful eyes. Sometimes it was the only thing I liked about her, because she wears her heart on her sleeve and her eyes always tell me what kind of mood she's in.
"Logan," her voice is determined and I turn my head to look at her. "I missed this," she says as if I missed it too...I don't, but keeping her here can't go
