By: Tainted Sorrow
The strawberry blonde happily looked at the male the male she loved. She licked her bomb-pop and continued to admire him. She hadn't a clue that Danny would be there. Though she was happy that he was. Dee felt her bow move as she leaned forward. The bleached blonde saw Dee from the corner of his eye and waved. Dee has decided to do it. She would shoot an arrow at herself then at him. She drew her snow when his attention went elsewhere. Her hopers had vanished, it didn't work. In fact, it had done the opposite. Dee looked at Danny, blue eyes filled with hate, and she left.
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oh my sorrow
Short Storycollection of short stories and poems made by a friend who i admire and love dearly.
