Secret story of violet swan || wlw

That night by the swan lake, I understood what it means that the moon is reflected not only in the water [...] in the surface of love as well. I couldn't look away from her sparkling eyes and the bright reflection of the moonlight in them. She was just gorgeous. Then I realised that I'm completely fucked up.

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About two confused girls, from completely different worlds, trying to find themselves every night by the lake, looking at the moon, trying to get their shit up.