He was kind and thoughtful.
Nothing ever broke him till he met her.
Her hair was a nice blonde that made him feel like he was staring at the sun. Her eyes such a nice blue that it was like the ocean.
He watched her walk by with her friends and felt his heart pound.
He wanted her, no he craved her. He wanted his arms around her small form, he wanted to feel how soft her skin was.
His friend gave him a look when he looked back and he just smiled.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
