I am different. Or at least that is what my mother had always told me. I'd never really thought about it until now, when it's all about to end. I guess I've always stood out. A weed in the midst of white roses. Even though my main goal everyday was to be as imperceptible as possible. Yet somehow, he still noticed me. And Christ, it gave my life such a dramatic turn that it made my head spin.
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When India met Ivory
Teen Fiction"The first time I saw you I knew I was fucked." -Ivory
