Literature
Tiny Dancer- Prologue
Tiny Dancer
Prologue
And so I told him.
The smile that was twisting at the corner of Jude's mouth faltered, and the hand he was using to stroke the hair out of my face stiffened. The loving hand that had been carressing me so lovingly moments before fell to his side, his hazel eyes widening. I watched as at first shock shot through his eyes, then confusion, then sorrow, anger, and regret- all flash-flash-flashing through his wonderful hazel eyes.
"Oh God." He said bringing his hands up to his head. He clutched at his hair with his balled up fists, those wonderful, unruly light brown, wavy locks. He pulled at them as if he had a terrible h