„Ahh Mercy," I said. „if your name hadn't been whispered to me by the stars, I probably wouldn't have known it from you, would I?" She stayed quiet. Oh my god, can this girl even talk? I decided to go to her, she was beautiful, she had black hair braided in a braid and the moon shone on her chocolate brown skin. she wore a perfectly fitting white dress with black spots that I have no idea if they belong to a robe or not, but the most interesting were the ruby red ornaments on her face. She had spirals on her cheeks and a sign of fire on her forehead. I know exactly who this girl is.
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I'm not brave enough to love
Short Storyhave you ever fallen in love with a person who is your absolute opposite? You both love each other, but you can't be together because you're water and they're fire, and only one of you is strong or weak enough to survive this kind of love. Only one...
