he turned around, and I gasped audibly. on the right side of his face there was a dark, jagged line, starting at the edge of his forehead and going through his cheekbone, ending abruptly at the crevice of his lip. he grimaced when he saw me gaping at him, and the beginnings of a smirk etched into his sculpted face. i turned back around, swallowing. i could feel his crystalline eyes burning into the back of my head, and then I heard a laugh. it was manic, a horror of a laugh, coming from a broken shell of a person.
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Teen Fictionthings that i thought of at 2 am that i couldn't let go of so here we are. haleema; 2013. all rights reserved.
