Luke Hemmings
I saw her as she walked towards me.
Is that her?
I got up to her and looked at her face.
I saw, her face.
"This is you" I said simply, brushing my hand against her damaged skin.
"This is me." She shrugged.
"Im sorry I'm not pretty, I'm sorry I don't have anything to cover up my insecurities." She told me.
I shacked my head.
"It doesn't matter" I told her.
Luke had fallen in love with one person, but two faces.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Teen Fiction"My face, its what I paint everyday just for him to notice me. A simple white canvas is horrible, might as well paint over it… with makeup" A Short story on how a girl named Brea cakes her face with makeup just for a guy named Luke Hemmings to notic...
