Emberlynn's eyes danced on the journal. "I have one just like it," she commented slowly "It was just in my hotel room..." she completed her eyes finding his.
Replaced, as easily as if she was never even there. Forgotten, set aside. Given to that meat head of a hero as if she was some sort of prize. Anger and resentment burned through her young soul. He was the only one who seemed to remember her. The only one who seemed to care.
His eyes where soft and deep, Much deeper then he let on, that was his game after all. To act the fool. She was not fooled. and she found herself wanted to reach out and touch his face, to make sure he was really there, she suppressed the urge. "It's a bit different on the cover... but its the same... I can feel it." she swallowed hard, she was sure she sounded like a fool, she was always useless without a script.