This is for the girls, the gays, the people that have always felt different due to who they identify as, who they are attracted too and the hardships they come through.
This book has triggering topics such a self h!rm, ect, please take care of your...
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She rubbed a cotton pad gently across my face, wiping off all the left over mascara. She was especially tender when it came to cleaning my eye, making sure she didn't irritate it.
For a few moments, I just sat there patiently admiring her whilst she cleaned me up as if I was a little baby. I zoomed in on ever intricate part of her beautiful structured face.
Her roseate flushed lips naturally formed into a downturned shape, her eyes looked ethereal with what seemed like hundreds of different shades of blue captured into her pupils, her lashes were mousy coloured but batted on top of her lower lashes as she blinked perfectly. I could memorise it.
I sat there in awe. That's until I realised, I was sitting here, puppy eyed at my ex girlfriend with zero makeup on.
I could feel myself going red out of embarrassment and I pulled myself away from her immediately. I covered my face with my hands, hiding the monstrosity that lurker underneath.
I don't remember how or when I started but as soon as I heard my own blubbers I knew I was crying.
Hands abruptly cupped my face and my head turned to follow the sudden heat that bloomed from them.
She uncovered my face and laid her hands on each of my cheeks yet again.
"Precious girl, shhh don't ever hide from me. Shhh it's okay it's okay it's okay. Your okay, your safe. I'm here", she whispered hoarsely.
