(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied)
~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~
"I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall."
"I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I sa...
The song is Let Me Hold You (Turn Me On), by Cheat Codes & Dante Klein
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THIS WAS WHAT SHE SORT OF LOOKED LIKE, COULDN'T FIND A PICTURE OF HER WEARING EXACTLY WHAT'S DESCRIBED, BUT I THINK THIS IS A GOOD ENOUGH PICTURE OF THE LOOK I WAS GOING FOR. HEY, SHE'S STILL SLAYING THOUGH
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NO MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID...❤❤❤
❤Sarah's POV❤
The girl staring back in the mirror in front of me couldn't possibly be me. There was no way, it was me. She, she was beautiful.
She wore her hair in an elaborate up-do; her brown locks were curly, yet they were pulled into a cute messy bun. There were some strands of hair left out that framed her face. Wow, she was beautiful, the girl had big, green doe eyes that were outlined in black, somehow making them pop even more.
Her make up was light, but somehow it still made her glow and it was the perfect blend of fierce, yet gentle. With the wings framing her eyes, the bright red lipstick that was to die for as it made her plump lips stand out so much more, and the soft glows of a pale pink and gold highlight standing out against her cheeks, she was absolutely stunning.
Looking farther I looked down at what she was wearing. She had on a plain black spaghetti strap jumper. It was elegant but cute and casual at the same time paired with a pair of three inch red heels that matched her lipstick and a golden belt around her waist. The jumper practically highlighted her curves, clinging tightly around her generous chest, and hips before it flared out a little, hanging loosely, but still fitted down her legs before it ended tightly around her ankles.
There was no way that girl was me, but the facts were clear; she was. Plus when I lifted up my hands the girl was a perfect mirror of my movements so there was no more denying it. Looking back at a proud looking Mia who was dramatically spinning an eyeliner pen in her hand before she stopped, blowing on the tip of it like it was on fire. Shaking my head at her I smiled at her in the mirror, and laughed when she winked in return when she caught my gaze.
