Behind His Eyes
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One night under indigo skies and amidst neon lights, Rose Emery caught the eyes of messy haired, Green Day fanatic, Devon James. Maybe it was the eyeliner he wore, or the passionate Scorpio aura, or the moon placing two souls in front of each other....but there was something about him she couldn't ignore.... ☽
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