we were on both ends of the spectrum, carmen and i. carmen was the girl, i was that girl. yet we lay down on the rooftop, not a single word uttered, nor a single heartache is spilled. just the unison of our breathing and our pulsating hearts made up the soundtrack of our night.
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Carmen
Teen Fictionhair as gold as sunshine, lips as red as wine. in a city so hateful, carmen was a girl everyone admired. copyright ©2015 by jasmin p. || short story || lower case intended
