❝and though i can't recall your face, i still got love for you.❞
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Genevieve captured moments in life with her camera. She's kept her guard up for years and remains secure and closed off, with her heart locked away. Until she meets a guy, who no...
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HE NEVER cared for the people that surrounded him, unless they were patients. Hell, the only people he had ever really talked to was his own siblings and parents. He didn't give a shit about other people around him until he saw a woman.
She looked young, and there were freckles sprinkled across her forehead, cheeks, nose, arms, and shoulders, along with the top of her back, and a little along the line of her nose to her forehead. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, which exposed a lot more on her shoulders and upper back.
She was beautiful.
She carried a polaroid camera around her neck, and she smiled at the barista who gave her, her coffee and a small bag, which could've had a donut or bagel, or something else.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He just watched her delicately walk out of the cafe as if the entire place was made of glass, that could break with even the slightest touch.
