"Sometimes, the sun would lay right across his face and for a split second I always wondered if there was a God, just by the way the light would place itself directly where it had my heart clenching and my stomach fluttering. And if he was real, why on Earth would he do this to me."
- Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
