Baylor
She's so small and fragile. Am I hugging her too tight? Maybe if I hug tight enough, all her broken pieces will fit back together. Not thinking, I kiss her forehead. I kissed the girl I want to be with.
I look down at her, and she looks up. I wipe away her black stained tears. Those eyes. Those big brown eyes. How could someone hurt such a perfect, beautiful girl so badly.
Smiling down at her, I say, "I'm not lying."
She blushed through her tears and I almost didn't notice the faint smile she tried to hide.
"Do you think, maybe....we could be together?
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Shattered Heart of Glass
Sonstiges"Just because snowflakes are all different doesn't mean two can't fall together."
