Tearing At The Seams
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Apr 26, 2015
"I've never felt like this before," Capri mumbled while trying to recognize the girl who stood before her in the mirror.
"Never felt like what?" He questioned. His eyes scanned over her reflection as his grip tightened around her waist. Her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible.
"Beautiful."
His heart began to ache as he came to the realization that the girl in his arms was drowning but no one had seen her struggle.
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