AliaOfTheKnife

Tear Maker Part One - Good Morning Girl I never liked waking up alone. But something about my grandmother’s house eased that tiny pang of cold I always felt when I opened my eyes each morning and my boyfriend wasn’t lightly snoring beside me. The guest room in her quaint ranch house gleamed with white linens, whitewashed furniture, and brass accents. Also the ragdoll on the rocking chair never let me feel that I wasn’t being watched in this room. I didn’t move her for fear she would find her way back to the chair, this time with a vendetta. Better to leave her in peace, and to hope she’d extend me the same cour

I like tall boys with dark hair and light eyes. Nobody these days likes to admit they have a type, either it seems too mean or it's too limited, but we all do have a preference. And that's mine. Tall boys with dark hair and light eyes. So how'd I fall in love with a brown-eyed boy? My eyes are almost black, the iris and the pupil are nearly indistinguishable from one another. I've been told that they're very intense on more than one occasion. His eyes were lighter than mine, but definitely brown, creased at the edges, like a falcon. Sometimes, when we'd kiss, I'd stroke my thumb along the crease of his left eye to his temple, as lightly as