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  • Parts 4
  • Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Dec 28, 2021
Mature
RE-WRITING
adonis was never the type to meet new people. he kept to his small group of friends and his family. he rarely strayed from familiarity.

bambi was a loner, but not by choice. her fate was chosen by the circumstances she was born into. she's never had anyone truly love her. she hated being alone. 

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excerpt from chapter one!

i turn my head and i see her.

a beautiful woman sitting at her cafe table alone, typing quickly onto the keys of her rose gold MacBook Air. she has beautiful dark skin that's illuminated under the bright artificial lights. her black thick-rimmed glasses frame her gorgeously crafted face. i sneakily walk by her table to catch a better look of the enchanting girl.

when i get a close enough view, i can distinguish the hand-crafted features that went into creating her heavenly face. Her coffee-coloured doe eyes that slightly up turn near the ends. Her flat nose bridge that leads to a cute button. Her natural pout outlined with melanin and lipgloss. the beauty mark that sits high on her left cheekbone and the second one that sits adjacent to her lips. 

i have to know her.

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