Aurora Magazine 2020

Aurora cradling a sharp jutting jawline. Blue eyes were surrounded by curly black eyelashes, freckles sprinkled across his cheekbones, and soft pink lips with pearly white teeth were some of my favorite features. He towered over most people at a height of 6’ 3”, and he carried his weight of 160lbs well. Although he wasn’t extremely muscular, he was toned and smooth with flawless skin. One could only imagine meeting such a physically beautiful man, but his mind was what made him beyond beauty I had ever seen. Harry was extremely intelligent, spending hours at a time filling his head with books of all genres. During phone calls, he would recite whimsical literature to me, describing sparkling lagoons, plush forest beds of moss and rose petals, and lush vineyards with miles of the sweetest grapes. At times I would fall asleep during these stories, and my dreams would take me straight to Harry’s dream world. I was so swooned by his stunning looks and calming voice that I became immediately hooked on him. Our date at O’ Charlies had been a planned evening for three weeks before the big night. Harry had surprised me for my birthday with his plane ticket to come see me! I could not believe someone would work so hard for so long just to come see someone like me, and that made me fall even farther in love. In the past, I have not had the best luck when it came to the opposite sex. It sounds cliché, but I have never felt like I have fit in with any crowd and grew up isolated within my own mind filled with daydreams, music, art, colors, stars, space, and light. Harry understood my mind, and he nurtured it with his own whims and whispers. Before I met him, I had no one to share my dreams with, and now I had someone who was my dream. While I was racking my brain for any inclination of memory, a nurse by the name of Stacy pushed open my door. She explained I was attacked by an unknown assailant downtown, right by the restaurant my date was planned for, and I had been found. Thankfully, I did not have any life-threatening injuries. Stacy had just begun to assess my wounds when two police officers swung open my door. Officers David and Benjamin had been assigned my case early this morning, and just my luck they were fresh out of police academy. They sat across from me with fresh-pressed uniforms and chipper smiles, eager to begin the interview. I was assessing them, scrutinizing every layer of the person I thought they were. David looked mildly young with shaggy auburn hair falling into his grey eyes, a sprinkle of light brown freckles splashed on his cheeks, and a small protruding

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