"gray, she's not who she seems."
truer words have yet to be spoken
gray tilts his head slightly to face his once-best friend, eyebrows drawn
he says that he's happy with anika, and that she shouldn't worry
her eyes blaze with concern and hardness
the thought of gray's mouth on anika's making her churn
she hates anika
she hates the allure she emanates
she hates how gray doesn't realize she's nocent
she hates her eyes of ice
she hates how anika steals gray's kisses
and how she must still dream of blisses
since she and gray are only fictitious
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(sorry guys; i was on vacation and stuff xc happy thanksgiving!!)
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chimère
Puisi-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
