Barefoot
She loved him. Of course she did. He was amazing.
He did everything for her. He made her laugh. And he made her breakfast. And he was everything.
He was perfect.
He was her everything.
He woke her up after a long time of being asleep. He'd swept her off her feet.
And she'd pushed him away.
God she was stupid.
She'd been right there. Wrapped up in his arms in his house, he was making her breakfast barefoot in kitchen.
And now she was back in her dingy bedroom, with no one.
She had to find him.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
