She was something out of a novel.
Her winter storm skin paired with coal coloured hair and captivating green eyes.
She was truly a work of art.
When she passed in the halls with her arms folded across her chest hugging her thin frame, she stood out among her friends and their common looks.
She was beautiful, crafted by an artist with nothing else to paint but her.
Freckles lightly dotted her nose and cheeks, never in a straight line and never perfect. That's what made her wonderful.
I fell in love with her completely head over heels madly infatuated with the girl named after the moon.
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Fading Out (completed!!!)
Novela JuvenilIt wasn't just the parties or the drugs, or the girl in love with her that changed Luna. She began to change the minute the addiction began. She began to fade away day by day, drink by drink. She faded out like the moon she was named after, with an...
