~Rose's?

~Rose's?

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I lay here, in this bed. In the place I considered home for years. Now it just feels foreign. The soft comforter caresses my bare leg as I move, the hint of vanilla still in the air from months ago. The silence when I close my eyes. The biggest difference of all. Knowing he isn't here with me.... and he won't be here when I open my eyes. A/N I do my best to try and show you all the outfits with photos and all.
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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