Her. ~1~

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Everyone loved the way she laughed especially the way her eyes would crease, though she laughed so often the creases became a permanent decal on her perfectly round face.

Often times you couldn't see the difference, though on rare occasions she would briefly lose her smile and then you could see the visible lines just under her iridescent oculars. Every person who has ever heard her laugh have become transfixed, instantly falling in love with the sound and the radiance of her undoubted beauty.

She was so natural, her skin glowed and her lips were so red and plump with a hint of gloss. It was effortless how her hair would fall and the wind would lick the tips leaving a trail of her shampoo. It was the scent of rain, and yet how something so simple could be made into something so memorable was beyond me.

I'll never forget the first time I smelt that intoxicating scent, and how in awed I was that it would draw me in so close, yet take me so far away from her, because he uses the same kind. And every time I lean in for a kiss, I close my eyes and breath it in deeply, but when I open my eyes I wish to see him, not her.

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