A Strange Type Of Chemistry

*Annette* · (This post was last modified: 09-12-2015, 03:28 PM by Annette.)

Annette's eyes would widen when she felt the man touch her cheek. His touch made her feel as if she were floating on a cloud, and, to her, it was such a good feeling. She would feel the man touch her paw, and she would give a gentle smile. Her thoughts of him being mute were true, or, he was not much of a talker. Either way, she would look into the man's eyes, or, what she thought were her eyes. Despite the scars that surrounded them, the sun made them sparkle almost like shimmering gems.

I don't know if you can talk, or are not much of a talker, but, you are really kind despite your lack of communcation. My name is Annette, and I hope to know your name someday, she explained, a small smile still across her maw as she closed her eyes, the smile still on her maw.

~.~Annette Savvil~.~

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