PROLOGUE

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The velvety mattress welcomed my exhausted body on a Friday night. And it was not because I was banging my head to a party and whatnot but for the sole reason- I binge watching the strips of memories I had with you.

Ugh. This is on a daily basis.

The latter led me to a hospitable thing I dwell in most and that, my friends, is my headphone.

I rummage through the app and click shuffle play to a playlist that I randomly picked.

You hide them so well but they appear when you smile
Where do they come from
Don't lie, you are an angel
What are you

But you
That smile is so cruel
Cruel
I shouldn't have seen your cheeks
You
Actually what's really dangerous
Only you have it

Those dimples are illegal
No it's dangerous, oh yes
So I call you illegirl
Your existence is criminal

Was it a mistake from an angel
Or was it a deep kiss
Those dimples are illegal
But I want it anyway anyway anyway

Because I don't have them, because only you have them
Is that why it's so hard
I want to die in them, I want to drown in them
You are my lake

Cause you
When you smile, I get dizzy
True
Will you please be careful
You
Actually what's really dangerous
Only you have it

Those dimples are illegal
No it's dangerous, oh yes
So I call you illegirl
Your existence is criminal

Was it a mistake from an angel
Or was it a deep kiss
Those dimples are illegal
But I love it anyway anyway anyway

Every time I see them, my heart becomes dangerous
Every time I see them, it gets more dangerous
Oh baby no hey
Oh baby no hey
It's too dangerous to be in this world

Those dimples are illegal
No it's dangerous, oh yes
So I call you illegirl
Your existence is criminal

Was it a mistake from an angel
Or was it a deep kiss
dimples are illegal
But I want it anyway anyway anyway

Illegal
Illegal
But I want it anyway anyway anyway🎶🎶🎶

"Shit. " I cursed.

"This song freakin' reminds me of someone." I continue to mumble as a particular creature come to mind. A beautiful one.

There was a long pause as my eye twitched.








"Her..." I said breathlessly.


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