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.・. .・゜✭・.・✫・゜・. .
Le Petit Bonhomme Janvier
*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*
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─── NEW YEAR'S was the downfall of Angel Solace, but the rise of her and Elliot's bond. Angel had never thought that she would almost die in front of a cute guy that night, but sometimes it just is what it is.
Angel knew she fucked up. She knew that she didn't want to go home to explain to her grandparents why she looks like a corpse; her damp, tangled hair, wet dress sticking to her skin, the ruined makeup, and the sight of blood dripping from her nose.
I remember her telling me the next day after the party about Elliot, a smile never leaving her face through her ranting.
Angel had seriously believed that her feelings towards the boy were one sided, but we all saw the way he looked at her. He always had to be touching her; holding her hand, arm around her shoulder or waist, leaning on her.
