Eight:
Dark encased me as I viewed the world around me. Expanding out from a single ray of rising light, I saw into the endless infinite emeralds of his gaze. I felt the warmth, the connection, and the undying love as he gently brushed his fingers through my—her hair.
“Clare, my darling Clare. How have I lived eons without you?”
The large man asked my mum. I felt my heart lurch in my chest as his eyes captivated my soul. He was rough, course, and scruffy. He was perfection, yet he was also the many crude male flaws that made men feel like sandpaper in the morning.
He was ginger, so much like Abigale. His mischievous expression screamed of Lexi when she was in a vindictive mood. His eyes, the emerald jeweled gaze, mirrored what I saw when I gazed into my own mirror. Pristine and deepl
