❝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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GENEVIEVE looks in the mirror, adjusting her dress. It was a skin-tight, black, silk dress, it also had a silt down her thigh. She wore it with grace, she didn't think that, but it was true. She carefully adjusted the straps on her dress.
Ivan sent her a box at the bookstore that day. That was when she immediately texted him and told him that she couldn't accept any of it. But he argued back. Then they had a phone call, and the arguing got mixed up with flirting, and then the call ended.
Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. She wore a cold necklace chain, a few gold bracelets, two gold hoops and a few more gold earrings for her piercings.
She took a deep breath and stared at herself. When she first left the hospital, he remembered not being able to recognize herself. It took her a while to realize that it was her.
Her make-up was just winged eyeliner, mascara, a little concealer, highlighter, and red lipstick. She had texted her address to Ivan and checked the time.
6:30 pm.
A loud knock came from her door and she left her room, walking to the front door. She took a deep breath in, before gripping the door handle, twisting it, and opening it.
