❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
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' 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝟖, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔. ' university medical center ━━━ las vegas, nevada !
"Hey leave her alone!" The six year old boy yelled, getting into the midst of the crowd of young boys and girls. The small boy looked behind him, making his way over to petite girl.
"Are you alright?" He questioned, but the small girl had managed to utter a single word. The boy watched as tears fell down her cheeks, allowing him to know that she hadn't received nice words from the crowd of children. The young child had looked hurt.
"What are you gonna do about it?" The boy spoke, gaining the attention to the other. The two's eyes pierced into each other, before the boy had laughed.
"Exactly, nothing. You're not going to anything, pussy." He teased, before he had turned his body away. The entire crowd laughed alongside him, beginning to follow their leader.
The boy had huffed, taking one last glance to the saddened girl — anger began to fill up. "Hey!" He called out, grabbing ahold of the children's' attention. The boy had raced over to the boy, looking him up and down before he threw a rightful punch to the boy's canvas.
Right then, a fight began between the two boys. The emotional girl looked up, watching as the fight occurred.
The two boys rolled and tussled with one another in the sand pit, teachers and other staff members gathered around to prevent the fight from escalating any further than it had.
As one of the teachers grabbed ahold of the other boy, the young girl caught a quick glimpse of him. The young boy carried a brownskin complexion, with light blue jeans, black shirts and black tennis shoes.
His thick and long eyebrows were furrowed in pure frustration and anger, and his eyes possessed of the prettiest eyelashes she could see from afar. The boy licked his bottom lip of blood before the teacher escorted him to the office.
Amongst time, the young girl found the chance to retrieve her presence into the office. The cold air hit the bareness of her arms, causing her to shiver the slightest.
She scanned the surroundings of the office, seeing as the young boy from earlier had been cooped into the small corner. The boy's fist buried into his left cheek whilst a mean glare plastered upon his face.
