Most of All You

by Mia Sheridan

“You have hands for creating beauty,” I murmured. The words had fallen from my lips before I’d considered them. And yet, I realized how true they were. Gabriel’s gaze rose to mine, those warm hazel eyes soft and full of some type of knowing. “I don’t create beauty, Eloise, I just reveal what’s already there.”

Gabriel, a boy who hadn’t let himself forget what love felt like, and me, a girl who had made sure I did not remember.