Mark

He loved her hair. Actually, that was a lie. The first time he saw her he thought she was a member of the Adam’s Family. Nobody could have hair that straight. Then, as he got to know her, he wished she’d let him run his fingers through her hair. And when she finally allowed him to touch her, he found that her hair was soft, as soft as the big white clouds in the sky. At least that's what he thought it felt like. He never touched clouds before.

There were plenty of long black hair around the university, but none that bore her face. Where could she be? There was no way he could have conjoured her out of thin air. It just doesn't work that way, no matter how much he wanted it to.

The clock tower chimed eight times, and Mark huffed in frustration. It was time for his first class, and yet no sign of Sophie. What was she majoring in? He knew without a doubt that she wouldn't be in any of his music classes, she had not a single singing bone in her body.

So how was he to find her?

Chapter Posted on: 2nd Apr 2015