I used to look at her face .
It always mesmerised me .
She wasn't beautiful; very plain she was.
Caramelised skin, black eyes, button nose.... midnight black hair, black as the night in a moonless night .
Her features matched her emotions; she had none.
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TEAR STAINS.
Short Storyleaving the tear stains on her red caramel skin I would have never known that she was crying. That she was sad. Sad without emotions That was the saddest of all Copyright ©
