Lilly Middleton. It had a ring to it. The kind that put's you in a trance. I could repeat it and never be bored, never grow tired out of its sound. My mind is trapped, as the soft consonants roll off my tongue, dripping with elegance. Lilly Middleton. Lilly Middleton. Lilly Middleton. Her auburn hair, her locks of fire. Oh, how she hated its color. I never could decipher the thoughts behind the hatred. The swirl of loathing words encased her precious mind. In my eyes, it was beautiful and fierce. She stood out amongst the many blondes of layered bleach. Her orange glow gives her angelic qualities. The mesmerizing clash with her paper skin. Pale with splattered freckles, as if God himself flicked a paintbrush, at the time of her creation. Utterly breathtaking. Fuck, I miss Lilly Middleton. Heyyy!! A vague description as I don't want to reveal the plot too soon. You'll have to trust me :) #4 Fosterbrother
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