a blanket thrown over their bodies as they lay down. nothing could describe her love for moments such as those.
their hands intertwined, he told her he would never leave her.
he told her there and then that he wouldn't do exactly what he did.
vicious thoughts went around in her head for weeks. she asked herself where she went wrong.
until one week she cleared her head, finally asking herself;
"when will i stop believing in lies told to me under the stars?"
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