"Perspective is everything," Bella says, finally looking directly down into the lens of my eyes. She smiles. It’s crooked. It’s a little bit dangerous. "From down there, I look like the whole sky, don't I?"
From down here, the world is all her .
The ceiling is a blur of exposed wooden beams, but my eyes can’t reach them. They snag on the curve of her jaw instead. The light from the tall factory windows hits the side of her face, turning her skin into something edible—warm honey over porcelain. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...
She shifts her weight. One sneaker-clad foot lands near my left shoulder. The floorboard creaks.
She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip. Blue paint. Cerulean. It’s a little bit dangerous
"Yeah," she whispers, answering for me. "That's the point."
She leans closer. Her breath is mint and coffee. The world narrows to the space between her pupil and mine. They snag on the curve of her jaw instead
Now, the BangPOV becomes intimate. The camera—my eyes—lose focus for a second as she enters my personal atmosphere. Her hair, a cascade of dark cherry and honey-brown, falls forward, creating a curtain. We are in our own tent now. A world of two.