The Sweetest Thing
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Aug 25, 2017
A Cheryl x Veronica fanfiction
I woke up suddenly. Sat bolt upright next to me was the most beautiful girl, her jet black hair messed up and her nightshirt creased. She'd had the nightmare again. I could tell by the bead of sweat on the end of her nose.
'Veronica..?'
She turned away from me and began to cry, trying to hide her tears but failing. She turned around and fell into me, sobbing.
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