CluelessLover
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•bones as frail as lavender stems, skin as pale as daisies•
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"Here." I said, then his eyes met mine and he turned as red as the roses, "Thirteen-forty-three."
"What?"
"For the roses."
"Oh."
He handed me a twenty and I gave him his change, not really speaking as we were both unsure of what to say and in a second he looked back up at me, holding a gaze for longer than most people did, opening his mouth to speak. "You have, um." he said, pointing to his eyes and I knew what he was going to say. The deep purple bags that hung under my eyes were no secret and many people would make comments on the amount of sleep I got.
"Yeah, it's the CF, it causes-" but he cut me off.
"You have pretty eyes."