It was beautiful out. I loved it. But all I could do was watch the birds chirp from the other side of an open window. I took in deep breaths of the fresh spring air and pushed my dark hair behind my ear. My creativity was in a jam... again. This was no fun for me. I wasn't big on sports, or big on playing outside. I just wanted to write. That was all.
I spun around in may chair to sit correctly and pulled my notebook and pen onto my lap. I glared at the blank stripped paper for a minute.
"Come on, Absol, Where are you today?" I asked quietly.
"I'm right here, Myka." I heard the melodic male tone of my favorite character. I looked up to see a tall mysterious beautiful dark red haired man. Gold eyes like liquid looked down at me through extremely long eyelashes. I smiled at him.
"Where have you been?" I asked getting comfortable. I knew this would be a long story.
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