Applying a second coat of mascara, I stepped back satisfied with my look. I had a thin smile etched on my face. Adorning a black strapless dress that fell a few inches above my knee, paired with black ankle open toe gladiator, I recently gave my hair brown highlight. My make up was simple –eyebrows filled, glittery eye-shadow (that's as much flare as I can allow), winged eyeliner with dark red matte lipstick. I grabbed my gold clutch and headed for the door, but not before taking a quick sweep of my room –just to make sure everything was in order – then I spotted the picture. The memory came flooding back. I guess no matter how much airbrush I put on, I'll still not be able to conquer this terrible feeling. It literally hurt; I could feel it like a heatwave spreading through my chest to the rest of my body as the imaged lit up projected in my mind, undeterred.
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How Much He Means To Me
Teen FictionNathan laid on the loveseat with his leg hanging out of the chair arm. It must be really uncomfortable since he is 6ft5... Strong jawlines, long lashes, pink delicious looking lips and a nice haircut. his arms looked strong with twitching muscles cl...
