A scene between two young lovers

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Description

This would be for a teen fantasy fiction novel

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Teen (13-17)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I lifted his hand, turning it this way. And that, as I watched the sun glitter on his palm, I held it closer to my face trying to see the hidden facets in his skin. Tell me what you're thinking. He whispered, I looked to see his eyes watching me suddenly intent. It's still so strange for me not knowing. You know, the rest of us feel that way all the time. It's a hard life. Did I imagine the hint of regret in his tone? But you didn't tell me I was wishing I could know what you were thinking. I hesitated and I was wishing that I could believe you were real and I was wishing that I wasn't afraid. I don't want you to be afraid. His voice was just a soft murmur. I heard what he couldn't truthfully say that I didn't need to be afraid that there was nothing to fear. Well, that's not exactly the fear I meant though. That's certainly something to think about so quickly that I missed his movement. He was half sitting propped up on his right arm, his left palm still in my hands. His angel's face was only a few inches from mine. I might have should have flinched away from his unexpected closeness, but I was unable to move his golden eyes mesmerized me. What are you afraid of? Then? He whispered intently. But I couldn't answer as I had just that once before I smelled his cool breath in my face. Sweet, delicious. The scent made my mouth water. It was unlike anything else instinctively. Unthinkingly. I leaned closer in Haling and he was gone. His hand ripped from mine in the time. It took my eyes to focus. He was 20 ft away, standing at the edge of the small meadow in the deep shade of a huge fur tree. He stared at me. His eyes dark in the shadows. His expression unreadable. I could feel the hurt and shock on my face. My empty hands stung. I'm sorry, Edward. I whispered. I knew he could hear me. Give me a moment. He called just loud enough for my less sensitive ears. I sat very still.