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"I'd get lost in your ocean eyes
my sanity now turned into madness
all due to being under the influence
of your words nothing left unspoken"
What if eye contact led to so much? Her dark brown eyes that she hates so much drowning in his ocean eyes. Of all things she grew up in the city writing about herself but she never thought she'd fall in love with a hockey player.
Jack Hughes x OC
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