No one actually knew her. She was always the girl who smiled, the girl who helped, the girl who had the perfect life, or so they saw and told.
But no one would've figured our her darkest, deepest, dirtiest secrets ever. She was something. Something.... Unique.
Someone to waste your time on. You could spend years with her, yet you wouldn't have figured out who she actually was.
She was a mysterious fighter, yet so beautifully created.
And the beauty was so unique, it was hard to make out who she really was. A person with so many different colours and so many different patterns. A piece of art.
But the beauty of art wasn't supposed to be known, it was supposed to be felt.
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Just writings.
AcakHey. This is not any kind of a story, and I'm sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting one. It's just my writings and rants bout this world and yes, fandoms too. I hope you do enjoy it. And don't hesitate to comment to me about anything. Bu...
