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Azra wore a stunning black dress with a high neck, its beauty accentuated by the delicate, intricate black detailing. The minimal, micro embroidery gave the dress a magical allure, subtle yet captivating in its elegance.
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As Azra stepped out, the world around me blurred, slowing to a crawl. Her beauty hit me like a force of nature, overwhelming and undeniable.
No, no.
It's not as though I'm seeing a beautiful woman for the first time. So why does she seem so incredibly breathtaking?
It's not as though I haven't seen someone in a stunning gown before. Then why can't I tear my eyes away from her?
It's not as though I haven't encountered innocence before. Yet her innocence stirs something deep within me something raw, something that makes me feel an unbearable pang of guilt for how I've treated her.
It's not as though I haven't seen lips before. But hers they're so delicate, so inviting, as if they were made to be claimed, to be devoured.
It's not as though I've never seen colored eyes before. But her green eyes they hold a magic that ensnares me, a power that makes me want to drown in their depths.
She is the only reason I still believe in love, the only reason I haven't given in completely to the darkness that defines me.
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