Age 13
"My stomach is dying!" Esme complains.
"I know,love,but I can't really..I don't know much about that. Talk to your mother."
"Just hold me." She whispers. They were watching a movie on Esme's laptop,cuddled on her bed. She was in her pajamas,hair in braids. Zayn was latching onto Esme,his tattooed arm snaked around her small waist. She turns around so that they are facing. With every day,Renesme got more and more beautiful. Her eyes got more green,hair darker,lips redder. Zayn wanted,more than anything,to kiss Esme but he couldn't. She was too young.
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FanfictionIn which reality and fantasy runs a very thin line and love conquers all. "He said he drew pictures of things he loved..he never drew me."
