He was a fighter
She was a poet
His weapons were his fists, black blue and blood stained
Her weapons were her words, scrawled in black ink
His body was covered in artwork
Hers was a blank canvas
He had a dark exterior, people cringed when they saw him
She was bright and beautiful, people smiled when they saw her
He was damaged goods
She was not
Yet somehow, they completed each other
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Wonderwall
FanfictionAudrey Manor is a eighteen year old girl finishing the last few weeks she has left of high school. Perfect life, perfect grades, and a seemingly perfect boyfriend. Audrey was set to have the picture perfect life she worked hard for, until a crude bo...
