He loved how pale her skin was.
How he could trace her blue veins like a map.
And follow them with his lips.
Her sky eyes.
Her ocean hair.
Like the little blue pills that she loved more than him.
Like the little blue pills that made her blue, too.
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Short Story"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
