Deadly (red) Faith

Deadly (red) Faith

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 11, 2017
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Romance
"do you even know what love feels like" Amber tightened her hand around my wrist "not after my mother left and me and my brother parted, i cant feel anything" i responded glaring at the time...then back at Amber soft lips press against mine but for time meaning less i fead... vanishes into a black cloud of notching what happens when you feel nothing but have a lover that feels so much more.... . . . (this a my first story you and Amber (from a kpop group called F(X) )also the rest of F(X) fight for your safety...but Amber wanting more than your safety...wanting love...from..you.....)
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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