Love isn't the confetti and fireworks it's put out to be.
It's painful. Passionate. Intense. Bliss. Deadly.
But god, she wouldn't trade it for the world.
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FanfictionDISCONTINUED!!! "because the way he said her first name just then felt like lighting on a hot day in july, and she hated every second of it. mostly because it felt like it hadn't been the first time she'd heard it. and certainly not the last." - ino...
