Innocence and Death

Innocence and Death

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published втр, нояб. 12, 2019
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Mystery
You'll know it's all going really bad when you are left with no choice but hide and let someone else control your entire being. But... The story doesn't start there, It begins with a gift of 3 and ends with none. Rose looks through rose colored lenses to perceive the world, she believes that everything will be okay if she has her loved ones by her side. She did until, one by one a series of events will ultimately crush that belief and leave her with nothing but herself, her biggest fear. If she could reverse that event would it have been enough for eveything to stay just the same? Like looking through Perfect Rose Colored Lenses?
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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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