"Savannah!" I cry out exasperaptly as she pulls me up the stairs of an old house. She wears faded jeans with holes in the knees, a yellow shirt, and a black jacket. Her long, brown hair is tied into a pony tail and she has her one blue strand of hair covering one of her deep, gray eyes. I find myself lost in those eyes a lot. They seem to swirl into different shades.
"Just trust me," she says, tugging on my arm a little more. I give in and head up with her. We reach the second floor, but instead of a room or something, I reach the top of the stairs and stare out at the beautiful night sky, lit by stars. Savannah sits at the top landing, her feet dangling over the edge of broken wood that protrudes from the hole that allows us to see the delicate night. I sit next to her and she leans her head into my shoulder. I run my fingers through her hair and smile down at her. She's the best thing to have happened to me. I wish it hadn't taken so long for me to realize men were wastes of time. I wish I had found Savannah sooner than Brett had found me.
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Любовные романыKylla is dating a girl for the first time. She's tired of men pestering and asking and asking. And for once in her life, she feels happy with Savannah.
