Anonymous POV:
Damn, the way she walks and sways her hips gets me. Most of all, when she's in deep thought and that little vein pops out on her forehead. "Nice." I say as I follow her watching her every move. Those loose curls dangle and bounce each step. I'd love to get a fist full but my mother raised a man not a kid.
I refrain from jumping the opportunity. I retreat back into the shadows being her guardian.
"Someday my little Peach, someday."
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Darkest Hour
RomanceShasta is your typical girl, sorta. She works hard and others think she's happy. Inside she's drowning and crying for help. Her depression and anxiety are eating at her. Her heart is one way but her head is another. Shasta meets Atlas.The dark forc...
