so in the city of london, the girl met a young boy. and this boy knew how to play the guitar, as well as people, and longed to write the greatest story of them all.
the story of the girl who came from nowhere and the youthful boy.
the boy would sometimes repeat outdated songs, and the other times he would hum new ones that nobody had ever even heard of before. the boy had loved cherries and lively atmospheres, but yet hated fruits and noise. the boy was amazing at detecting lies and he had a weird sense of humour, always laughing at the worst of times. and whenever he would leave the house, he would fluff up his hair because he also liked things that looked light.
london is a place where people of all sorts go about their business. troubled teens cause chaos, police patrol the city, and most civilians just keep to themselves.
but if you were to ask that mindless girl what she busied herself with, she would reply by saying that she is servicing a debt most known as 'life.'
unlike the boy, the girl did not like writing, was allergic to cherries, and hated big crowds. but she loved chocolate mousse and cakes of all sorts. she could not help but lie, even in the worst of situations. and her hobbies were not the best of hobbies either. her favourite colour was black. you would often spot her by a big oak tree, resting.
and so london is a place where people of all sorts go about their business, and even that brainless girl who came from nowhere must look to hers too.
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butterfly • {eren jeager x black reader ff}
Fanfiction"butterflies cannot see their own wings unless they see their reflection through the ripples of the water or a mirror. and so they will never know how beautiful they are. except all those that they surround themselves with can see all that beauty. t...
