Her name was Lucinda.
She was 16 years old.
Everyone called her Luz.
Her hair was as red as flames.
Her eyes were as blue as ice.
Everyone loved her.
Everyone wanted to spend time with her.
Blake let her in.
He made her a cup of hot chocolate.His name was Blake.
He was older than Luz.
Nobody had a nickname for him.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were light.
Everyone was scared of him.
Everyone avoided him.
Luz offered him a wide smile.
The hot chocolate was as sweet as her.
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Luz
KurzgeschichtenShe was 16 years old. Everyone called her Luz. English Translation of the German Original. © copyright by writingisbleeding (and also booksareblood)