Ryan
9:37am
my eyes fluttered open, squinting them
the morning light cascaded on her face, making a mesmeric glow.
caught up under the white cotton sheets, leaving half her body covered while she was in deep slumber.
she was so beautiful, yet so unaware of it.
i sat still, gazing at the sight.
i think im in love.
You thought it was love.
her lovely pink cheeks were faded, her posie pink cheeks.
the light, caramel brown freckles that were sprinkled on her face ever so gently as if they were a gift from the man himself.
but she's 17,
god help me now.
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okay so this is kinda just a like prologue thingy ( as much as i like to use big, fascinating words " thingy " still fits in my vocabulary.) & its intended to have this quite shameful grammar but i find it to be less harsh and more appealing. this is going to reference lots of songs and most likely by the 1975. anyway, i hope this is at least decent enough to publish, you're welcome for this long ass author's note.
- z xx.
