the third time she sees him, he is stood in front of her desk in a class whose name doesn't matter
with the semblance of passing out papers, there is a look heavy with something exchanged between the two of them
his eyes are like ice, if the typical metaphors are to continue
they're a shade darker than topaz, a fraction lighter than lapis lazuli
many a girl would fork over her life savings for a bijou adorned with a gemstone the precise pigment of his eyes
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into the woods (on hold)
Storie brevi*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
