Brea
No makeup at all. No worries.
I was living with Luke.
I didnt need that drug, that obsession of always having to re-paint the canvas, my face, it was gone.
Im happy.
I didnt need to worry about how I looked.
Because Luke's opinion, was all that I needed to hear.
I walked past a mirror, shaking my head and smiling as I remembered how pretty I looked today, my true self.
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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...
