As Arya changed into a beautiful white attire, I watched as she hastily put it on, swapping her shoes for slippers. She hurriedly went to her bathroom and emerged with her waterline colored in black kohl. With a sense of urgency, she took my hand and we sped walked outside, allowing her to guide me through various halls."Don't I have to change?" I asked as she walked and her soft little hand guiding mine made me wish I could stop the time. She turned around looking at me.
"You're always in a white shirt." She said eyeing me up and down and then returned to take me through the house. What?
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General Fiction"But l'm already hurt." I breathed down his neck. My cheeks touching his. He sighed down my neck as I continued feeling his soft skin with my face. My eyes closed, feeling his hands grip my frame. My lips trembled with fear and tears streamed down m...