Asher’s description from the point of view of Evanna:

His olive skin perfectly defined every crack and divot in his robust abs and arms making my fingers itch and yearn to run over them feeling every curve and muscle. While his face shone with its own charm. His cheekbones beautifully portrayed the rest of his toned body as they curved to a tip near his ears. His lips were plump and slightly curved into a smirk at the very corner. And his eyes. Gosh, those eyes. They were icy and made chills run down your spine and with just one glance they consumed you whole. Every time they would graze anywhere below my own it felt as if they stripped me down then and there. However, it was even worse when they met my gaze. They cut ribbons through me splitting me open and showing every wall i've built around myself and tearing them down revealing my own raw festering emotion. Even with his fierce body and eyes, his hair gave away his playful demeanor as it lay casually to the side in one swoopy motion with its chocolate layers begging to be ruffled more. His looks were not all that made me want him. His personality outshone the very sun that lit up the world. It’s been said that looks are often deceiving and he was a living, breathing, perfect example of that. Though he appeared cold and distant he was actually rambunctious and playful. Jokes crossed those beautiful lips that could turn even the dead back to life reeling with laughter. His cold eyes turned to rays of sun with joy that could melt the thickest of hearts. His intelligence is incomparable and deep making you question what all lied below the surface of his sharp eyes. While he appeared condemning he was truly accepting of every situation and treated all whom he met with unprecedented respect, even to those who were far from deserving of it. He had the maturity of someone far surpassing his age. He is truly a work of beauty, art, grace, and perfection. Not to mention his voice. It was a beautiful mixture of rich and light. It was sweet with its heaviness and with one single word you were addicted. His voice left you craving more and when the room would fill with silence after he spoke a piece of you broke and longed for the silent hums of the room to be replaced with his mesmerizing voice. It truly is indescribable.

Evanna’s description from the point of view of Asher:

Her pale white skin emitted her glow of purity. Her thin body had slight curves giving her a beautiful figure. Her face was mesmerizing in its grace and beauty. With large luscious lips that begged me to swallow them whole. And large doe-like pools of turquoise that looked as deep and mysterious as the sea. Even with their deepness, her eyes brimmed with emotion. Openly displaying her every thought. Her raised cheekbones shone with natural pink and even when her eyes guarded her thoughts those beautiful plump cheeks could not. Her beautiful auburn hair that was layered in slight waves and littered with steaks of golden beauty as bright as the very sun. However, her personality was the real beauty. She is so smart and quick-witted. As cunning as a fox. And she’s hilarious. Also stubborn and determined. Even with those attributes, she knew when not to pick a fight and chose to stay to herself. One could almost mistake her for meek but I know her too well to believe that. And that voice. Her voice is so alluring. It can range anywhere from tender sweetness to being laced in venom. She is truly remarkable. And I am simply infatuated with her.

Evanna’s pov:

          My heart raced and soared as his toned body was sharply pushed against mine. His beautiful eyes were vacant of any softness and instead, were drowning in lust. His voice grew deep and raspy as he spoke only a few words. “Please forgive me.” I know my eyes glossed over with confusion and my breath was coming out in choppy forced gasps as opposed to a steady stream. That’s when he ran his soft plump lips straight into mine making my body try and lurch backward in surprise only to find it against a wall. He gently nibbled at my bottom lip asking for entrance to my mouth and without hesitation or consent, I opened. He filled my mouth with his tongue and battled for dominance with mine. My own tongue was lashing violently feeling the new intruder. However, after a few seconds of chaos and war, I gave in and allowed him to lead, forcing his way deeper into my mouth. I didn’t mean to but I let out a small moan and I could feel his lips curl into a smile against mine which instinctively caused me to smile and moan a little louder. Without realizing my hands were soon embedded in his soft brown hair and I gently tugged at it. It was a few minutes but it felt like an eternity and I wouldn’t have minded if it was. He slowly pulled his tongue away from mine, gently pressing our foreheads together while gasping for oxygen. We stood there breathing for a few moments before he grunted. “Damn that was one hell of a kiss.” All I could do was stare. I looked into those crystal blue eyes and stared into my version of infinity. If this is what falling in love is like, I never want to hit the ground. That's when reality hit me, I was kissing the man that had done the unthinkable. The man who had made my life a living Hell in the short few weeks that he and I were together. The man who had taken the fist-sized structure that was now beating rapidly for him and shattered it into a million pieces. How I hate the fact that my heart still beats for him. That I still want him to have complete control over it. I had to suppress the undeniable feeling of lust that was consuming me from the inside out, and I spoke. "Why now? Why after all that we have done for each other? Why do you feel the need to make me fall for you all over again after? It’s  become clear that we are toxic!" He took my waist and pulled me close. He pulled me so close that I could hear the very heartbeat in his chest and could smell the fading cologne on his thin, white cotton shirt. I wished there was more fabric to keep me from feeling every aspect of his body. My hands yet again Itched for his touch and I allowed them only a little and I placed my hands on his chest trying to gain distance.I could still pick up traces of the cologne I had gotten him for Valentine’s Day. It was still heavy and dark with its distinct woodsy smell that felt so fresh that it felt like you could inhale him forever and leave oxygen behind. He knew I was crazy for that smell and could hardly resist him in it. Did he know that I would be here? He bent his lips to my ear gently brushing them against my lobe making an involuntary tingle race down my back and hitching my breath as I got another inhale of that sweet cologne, "Because it's you, it's always been you." His breath was sweet and I wanted to taste it once more on my lips, but he pulled away and went off into the night. I stood there with my back only inches away from the wall for a few seconds before I caught up with the events that just transpired. I collapsed on my knees and broke into sobs burying my face in my hands. Two months. That was it. Two months I had been living in this crap hole of a town. Two months ago I didn’t have hope. It was just another town and I was positive I'd be out of here by now. I was oh so wrong. Before moving to Shelbyville Indiana I had lived a total of 9 other places. In 16 years of life, I had traveled from town to town and state to state with my mom. My dad left when I was three, which was for the best. I don’t remember a lot about him but what I do remember doesn’t exactly prove him to be ‘father’ material. I was perfectly happy with my mom. She works for the military in the computer engineer division and was stationed and restationed a lot meaning we moved a lot. This never really bugged me. If I’ve learned anything from my dad it's that people are unreliable and the less attached I am the better. After what felt like hours I dried my face and stood up using the rough brick alleyway wall for support. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and let out a curse seeing the time. It was already 10:24 meaning I was officially 24 minutes past curfew. I slowly ducked my head out of the ally way and checking that the coast was clear and that I wouldn’t be suddenly shoved against a wall again. When all that greeted me was the flicker of a street lamp I figured the coast was clear. I pulled myself away from the wall and dashed through the empty streets of downtown Shelbyville to the apartment complex my mom and I lived in. I made my way to the stairwell and dashed up skipping steps at a time. I knew my punishment for missing curfew and wanted to shorten it as much as possible. I frantically fiddled with my keys before slamming them into the lock and whipping open the door. I expected to see my mother in a chair facing the door with a watch and whistle in hand as always but instead, the small room was filled with emptiness. I inched my way into the room and silently shut the door behind me, praying that she fell asleep. As silently as I could I made my way to the kitchen table only to be greeted with a note informing me that my mom had to leave town for a bit and would be back in a few days. I sighed my relief before heading back to the door and locking it. All I could think about was him and how much I hoped that he wouldn’t know I was home alone.

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Ashers pov:

Fate. That’s what I decided to call it. Perhaps it was the same instant draw that Hades felt when he first saw Persephone. Or even Romeo to Juliet. All I know for certain was that she was my forever and I was hers. I’ve known that since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

Her auburn hair lay in pools on her desk while she lay hunched over reading with only a corner of the book peeking out of her hair. She was hidden in the far back corner of the class and I could only assume she had the intention of going unnoticed. I smirked to myself. Not on my watch.

I strode over to her desk and sat next to her however she didn’t even acknowledge me. I would have assumed she was too encompassed in her book to notice my presence if it wasn’t for her hand which dug deeper into her scalp as I sat down. ‘Nice try princess’ I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and tapped her shoulder. She jolted upright and blinked fast trying to act as though she hadn’t noticed me. Her face turned a soft shade of pink as if she was embarrassed by her fake jolt. I looked into the deep pools of turquoise that were her eyes. Her eyes were naturally wide and looked like she was constantly making doe eyes. “Um sorry to bother you but I have to ask. Are you a thief? Bec-” I was interrupted by her as she duly looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You were going to say ‘Because you stole my heart?’’ she said, cocking her eyebrow at me knowingly. I flushed a little red then gathered my composure. “N-No I was going to say. Because that looks like my pencil,” I replied pointing to her pencil. Weak I know but I had to salvage whatever pride I could. She kept her eyebrow cocked and eyed me before sighing and returning to her book.

I internally groaned at myself for trying a pickup line. She was so beautiful it wouldn’t surprise me if she got a dozen daily. After a few minutes of pretending to be deeply invested in what the teacher was saying I gave up and turned to the side of me to look at her. Her large doe eyes stared at the board with intent and I could tell she could feel my gaze but she stayed strong and refused to look at me. I tapped her shoulder gently. She redirected her gaze to mine.

“Yes?” she whispered to me ducking her head out of view of the teacher. “I was just wondering if I could know your name? I’ll give you something I exchange for it.” I did a sing-songy voice for the last part hoping she wouldn’t ignore my request. Her eyes met mine and she studied them with a skeptical look like she was trying to size me up. Finally, she relented and sighed. “Evanna. But I mostly go by either Eva or Anna. take your pick.” she said before returning her attention to the teacher. “Don’t you want to know what I'll give you in return?” I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. She looked at me then shrugged. “I don’t really care Asher.” I was stunned and confused and I guess my face was easy to read because she laughed through her nose at my look and pointed to the paper that sat in front of me and read ‘Asher’. I turned red and could feel the color and blood fill my cheeks while she fought hard to stifle her laughter.

Once she had calmed down a bit and stopped her small laughter she looked at me with less of a distant look and more of a friendly gaze. I made eye contact with her and she inspected my eyes with her own and for some reason, it felt good. “So you said your name was Evanna, right?” I double-checked with her trying to change the subject from the laughter and glances. She nodded slightly and replied, “Yea but like I said. You can call me Eva or Anna or any other name that comes to mind. I’m used to everything at this point.” She shrugged. I could feel a smirk tug lightly at the corner of my lips as I moved my arm onto my desk to gently rest my head in it still looking at her. “Perfect, so then you won’t mind when I call you princess? Or maybe Angel? Or how about Baby girl?” I stopped when her face turned bright red and she turned away from me. Baby girl it is. I smirked and turned to the front of the class using my peripheral vision to eye her every now and then.

We continued like that for about two weeks. Her making sarcastic remarks and challenging my pride and me making a sly retorts back making her blush or get flustered and shy away from the fight. After two weeks I asked her on a date. She was quick to turn me down and tried to come up with excuses to remain friends but I wouldn’t let her off. She finally accepted my request and we started dating. We went slow. It was beautiful before I ruined it. We had been together for about 3 weeks by Valentine’s Day and we were happy. She gave me this cologne that complimented me so well. I gave her a locket with a picture of us in it to wear close to her heart as well as a promise that I wouldn’t leave her. I knew about her situation with her dad and promised I wouldn’t run away. I would have stayed true to that promise too if it wasn’t for that one night that destroyed everything.

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