Her lips continued to linger in a genuine smile- small, soft, and slightly shy, but still a smile none the less. Her hand shook his before releasing it. Her fingers pushed back a shock of naturally blond hair before the settled upon her lap, her fingers lacing through the others. "Nice to meet you too, Callum". For a moment she was silent, unsure of what else to say, she wasn't a very good conversationalist. "so... how long have you been around here?" She asked the question for lack of anything else to say, but her wandering eyes returned to him with slight interest as she waited the answer.

a broken record spins in circles
she can't listen anymore

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eliza rachelle connor
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life began 19 years ago
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female
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Innocent, calm and tranquil are three words that would describe Eliza, she never gets too stressed or over excited about things. Usually she just bottles problems up inside and eventually they resurface unexpectedly. She often liked to be alone and enjoys spending time by herself, though once you get to know her, she'll enjoy almost anyone's company. Eliza is open-minded and likes to give everyone a chance. Although she doesn't trust people a lot, she tries not to let it show.
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---a piece from the past---
[part one]
"Jack stop it" Her mother's voice was at a whisper, she knew it was because her mother didn't want to wake the five children that she thought were in bed... well they were, all except one. Eliza was sitting on the stairs, back in a shadow, knowing they couldn't see her. The side of her head touched the wall, leaning it here, closing her tired eyes for a moment and just listening... She heard the liquor cabinet being opened and the bottles clanging together.
"Jack, I think you've had enough" Again, a whisper. Instantly after she heard a glass bottle smash against the opposite wall, the bright blue eyes of the little girl flashed open and her body gave a jolt, as if being woke up quickly. It was silent again, everything was still... after the storm... that's what it was like; Eliza crawled back up to bed... the washroom could wait until the morning...
[part two]
Everything was perfect, the candles were lit around the blanket that he had lain out ahead of time. All of the sudden everything in their relationship seemed perfect, despite the troubles they had. Usually things were awesome between them, but then there were the times... No, she didn't want to think about this right now. She wanted to keep everything perfect. He turned to reached into the picnic basket, it was dark out, Eliza couldn't see much other then the candle light flickering across his features. He gently took her hand. "Will you marry me?" His voice whispered as he opened the small velvet box...