notrllythatb1tch
Only one of our first drafts - We are currently re-writing the whole story in actual book-form :>
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If we look into our mirrors we see ourselves. But if we stare too long, the world starts to feels surreal. Sometimes, like we aren't even looking at ourselves anymore.
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"'You can't deny that you like the boy', he said.
Again, Silence. Just the shouting and gun shots from the two teenagers. Pascal had hit a bird and Ida was scolding him for it. He seemed to enjoy her anger but he should've been terrified, that girl looked like she wasn't one to mess with. 'I can't', she finally said, turned around and walked inside.
"Lust... Love would fit more.", he muttered to himself.
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English isn't my first language, so please ignore any grammar mistakes.
Also: I am writing this story with my bestie. His story is in the reading list in my account <3
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