⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ She was my sunrise and I was her sunset ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ "You can't make it all about you." She tares her hand from mine, shaking her head at me. Her hair swings over her shoulders, her eyes drop with hate. "But I can make it all about us." I lift her head in my hands and feel her breathing harshly on my palms. Her eyes soften ,and look at me through the tears fighting their way out. " I can, I can Cherry." "Promise me, or those words mean nothing."
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