Her Deviant Heart

Elizabeth.

"Damn-it!"

I whisper as I almost trip while walking into the front doors of the museum. I catch my coffee and pull it to my chest before it gets the chance to crash onto the dark tiled floor, and make a huge mess. I take a quick look around to see if anyone had seen. It took me a few seconds for me to notice that my little group that my professor called a 'class', was nowhere in sight. "Oh no. Really?" I ask myself with a sigh. Now I had to find my hurd, but the most tricky part, was making sure that I didn't panic.

Nathan.

I've only seen two good photos on this wall. On any of these walls. I let out an irritated sigh. As I looked down at the floor, something screamed at me. 'Wait!' It was my instincts. That's when I realized that I was inhailing something new.. something sweet and vigorous. It seemed to be distant so I started walking. I did a quick jog down the steps and went to turn a corner when I was hit with a steamy splash across my mid-torso. I was about to yell but before I could even open my eyes, that scent that I smelt, was suddenly everywhere. When I finally opened my eyes, there she was.