He was infatuated with the shine of her coffee eyes, the smile on her face, the hair that reached her waist and the freckles that adorned her face. The face of an angel with a troubled mind, as he would describe her. Even when she was wrong, it felt right and that's all that mattered to him. She was wrong in the eyes of everyone else except for his. She was the missing piece to the puzzle that was his life itself. And he loved her longer than anyone else ever had.
She was the definition of a beautiful disaster.
She was Lily.
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A/N: Trying this writing thing again, I'm really excited about this particular story though. I hope you all enjoy :)
