She wasn't the type of girl to order iced coffee or fruity drinks with minimal alcohol. She drank the hardest of liquors and liked her coffee blacker the darkest of souls.
She was crazy that way.
She was never insecure of herself. She knew her own value and had the most self-respect a girl could have. Most people would have called her conceited, but I knew it was just confidence she had struggled to build up over the years.
She was crazy that way.
She laughed at the simplest things and found the up most joy in what most would turn their backs too.
She was crazy that way.
She rarely had bad days. When she did, regardless of what was causing her discomfort, she found ways to smile through the pain.
She was crazy that way.
She cared too much, fought to hard, yelled to loud, and loved to passionately.
She was crazy that way.
I knew she was trouble from the moment my eyes caught her gaze. She was beautifully wild and utterly chaotic. She was like the roughest of animals that craved freedom and could never conform to a cage.
I was crazy about her that way.
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Transparent Moments #wattys2016
Short StoryA collection of short stories I have written that range from various genres. The tittle of this story comes from the first two short stories I have written. *Weekly updates.*
