His point of view
.
She was standing there, looking through a window.
The strong sunlight was transforming her black hair into red
Her black eyes were fixed on something
.
.
.
red roses...her favorite
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His point of view
.
She was standing there, looking through a window.
The strong sunlight was transforming her black hair into red
Her black eyes were fixed on something
.
.
.
red roses...her favorite
