Washed up memories

Washed up memories

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The first time I laid my eyes on her , I knew that she was the one. I have met my Eve, with long , brown wavy hair, deep brown eyes with thick and long eyelashes and lips that looks so sweet and delectable it was almost illegal, well for me. Until one day, everything changed, she changed. Before I got distant and she got so fucking cold. I was broken, and I couldn't believe the irony ,the one who could only fix me was the one who broke me.
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Cold

"Hi am eve, nice to meet you" I stood there looking at his tall form, specially his eyes. He has the most amazing grey eyes my 16yr old self has ever seen. But he just stood there looking at me like a child who shouldn't be talking. Ok, what do you want me to do about it, he said with such coldness to his tone, all I did was stand there trying to keep my cool. The one thing I knew that moment was Henry was going to be a pain in my ass.

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