One Kiss Left

One Kiss Left

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"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure. *Contains mature content and violence. Please don't read if you're not comfortable with that.* Thank you! *Discontinued*
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Bree doesn't do love anymore. Not since the accident. Not since the life she built was taken from her in the quiet blink of a moment. Now she keeps things simple. Drinks too much. Sleeps with women who don't ask questions. Keeps her heart buried somewhere between a barstool and the back porch. Then Harper comes back. The girl from summers past. The one who knew her before the world got sharp. Bree tells herself it's nothing. Just a ghost of a friendship. A familiar face passing through. But something's shifting. And the more she tries to ignore it... the more it demands to be seen. Some wounds don't scar over. Some hearts don't stay buried.

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