Broken Little Wallflower
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Last published Sun, Sep 17, 2017
She was there.
Her beautiful pale skin was layered with a light dusting of makeup. Her warm-coloured lids hid the most majestic, deep blue eyes anyone had ever seen. Her face was relaxed: not quite frowning but not happy either. She was wearing a beautiful, flowy, bright red dress, that hugged her figure gently. His hand pressed to her cold, lifeless cheek as a lone tear dripped off his nose and on to her skin. "I'm sorry."
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To him, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, with the brightest smile and the loudest laugh. To her, he was merely another face in the hallway that she passed every day. One that he wished he had the courage of a jock to summon her attention, or one of her chemistry partner who made her laugh every day. Until one day, that exact beautiful voice and face was gone - never to return and that prick had stolen his piece of joy once again. As Tristan went to say his last goodbye he was wishing he could turn back time, to pluck up the courage, to hear her laugh again and to keep her away from the dastardly human, he knew he'd never forget her.
But be careful what you wish for Tristan - as it might just end up coming true...
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