Age is a wild construct. Each year, we grow. Sometimes in character, sometimes physically, sometimes not at all. We met when we were young. She was so beautiful, dancing on the table with no care, I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her. She drew me to her without even saying anything. Maybe it was her eyes, or her hair, or maybe it was just the way she moved. She was so young and beautiful. Now, you should know; nothing about this story will be easy to tell. I write not to deter you from love but to warn you about the dangers of it. Your mother may have warned you about the drugs you could inhale or ingest, but she could never of warned you about the ones with hazel eyes and lips impossible to get enough of. She could have never have known you could become addicted to a person. No drug will ever hurt you in the same way a person will. Scratch that, no drug will ever hurt you the way she will.
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Gasoline
FanfictionMaybe it was her eyes or her hair, maybe it was even her voice. Something about her made me automatically attracted to her, light a moth to a flame. She was the gasoline to my fire.
