Jack
She walked with such light steps, as if afraid of disturbing the very ground itself. (Your Name), the girl from Morocco who came to complete her studies here, carried in her eyes a warmth of sunshine unlike this American chill. Her light, cloud-colored headscarf draped gently around her small face, and her wood-brown abaya covered her completely, as if protecting her from the world… or perhaps protecting the world from her tenderness. She was shy to the point of being transparent. Sometimes she smiled to herself, often gazed at the sky, and clutched her books to her chest as if they were an invisible shield. At the other end of the room, he was the complete opposite. Jack Anderson. His features were sharp, his gaze cold, his broad shoulders and sculpted body adorned with ink. His steps were provocatively confident. His name was known at the university for his cynical wit and his unjustified cruelty. He believed in nothing, a complete atheist, always saying that the world was just
About Jack
She walked with such light steps, as if afraid of disturbing the very ground itself. (Your Name), the girl from Morocco who came to complete her studies here, carried in her eyes a warmth of sunshine unlike this American chill. Her light, cloud-colored headscarf draped gently around her small face, and her wood-brown abaya covered her completel...Read more